Lyrics:

You may think I'm foolin'
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 'bout that
Well come on over here and hug me
Baby, I'll spill the facts
Well, honey it ain't your money
'Cause I've 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
Peeling 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
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 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
Peeling out of sight
Spending all my money on a Saturday night
Honey, I just wonder what you doin' in the back of your pink Cadillac
Pink Cadillac

Now some folks say it's too big and uses too much gas
Some folks say that it's too old and that it just goes too fast
But my love is bigger than a Honda - Honda
And it's bigger than a Subaru [that too]
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
Crushed velvet seats
Riding in the back, oozing down the street
Waving to the girls
Peeling out of sight
Spending all my money on a Saturday night
Honey, I just wonder what you do there in the back of your pink Cadillac

Cadillac