Cadillacin'

It's about style

It's about cool

Long haired trucker caps and country roots

Yeah it's a feeling that you get

From suicide doors and Johnny Cash, yeah

It's about real

It's about smooth

That flat black and them speakers boom

It's slow

And it's fast

If you gonna roll, roll in a Cadillac

Fuzzy dice on the mirror

Cooler in the back full of beer

Radio bumping a little bit a-something

That sounds like cheap sunglasses

Catching every girls eye

As we roll on by

Horns on the hood, looking damn good

Cadillacin'

It's about four rings of fire

Them white wall spinning, smoking tires

It's giving, her a ride

She got a thumb in the air, yeah she knows I'm her guy

She wants to slide right in, a T.C.-3

On a Saturday night in them leather seats

Heads bopping back and forth to the beat, yeah alright

Fuzzy dice on the mirror

Cooler in the back full of beer

Radio bumping a little bit a-something

That sounds like cheap sunglasses

Catching every girls eye

As we roll on by

Horns on the hood, looking damn good

Cadillacin'

Fuzzy dice on the mirror

Cooler in the back full of beer

Radio bumping a little bit a-something

That sounds like cheap sunglasses

Catching every girls eye

As we roll on by

Horns on the hood, looking damn good

Cadillacin'

Cadillacin'