Lyrics:

From Ravindra You may think I'm fooling For the foolish things I do You may wonder how come I love you When you get on my nerves like you do Well baby, you know you bug me There ain't no secret about that Well come on over here and hug me And, baby, I'll spill the facts Well, honey it ain't your money Cause baby I got plenty of that I love you for your pink Cadillac Crushed velvet seats Riding in the back, oozing down the street Waving to the girls Feeling out of sight Spending all my money on a Saturday night Honey, I just wonder what you do there in back of your pink Cadillac Pink Cadillac Well now way back in the Bible, temptations always come along There's always somebody tempting you Somebody into doing something they know is wrong Well they tempt you man with silver and they tempt you sir with gold And they tempt you with the pleasures that the flesh does surely hold They say Eve tempted Adam with an apple Man I ain't going for that I know it was her pink Cadillac Crushed velvet seats Riding in the back, oozing down the street Waving to the girls Feeling out of sight Spending all my money on a Saturday night Honey, I just wonder what you do there in back of your pink Cadillac Now some folks say it's too big and uses too much gas Some folks say it's too old and that it goes too fast But my love is bigger than a Honda, it's bigger than a Subaru Hey man there's only one thing and one car that will do Anyway we don't have to drive it honey, we can park it out in back And have a party in your pink Cadillac