Livin' down in Memphis, back in '75. We were scuffling hard, just barely staying alive. Money's kind of scarge when you're just an opening act. Last thing on my mind was a Fleetwood Cadillac.
We were cruising downtown just on a Sunday drive. I look out on a car lot and something caught my eye. It was baby blue had a Rolls-Royce grill. A continatel kit and a silver spokes on the wheel.
I put some money down and I told the man I would be back. I knew I had to have that Fleetwood Cadillac.
I drove up to Nashville I was feeling kinda proud. But the Billie's said it's gaudy just too loud. That's alright I was willing to take a little flak. You do what you must do for a Fleetwood Cadillac.
It was just too long wouldn't fit in my garage. Uncle Sam was in the distance and it was not my mirage. Said he need money for the previous income tax.
Oh, I had to let it go! But now I want my Fleetwood back.
The new Cadillac's , it hard to even tell 'em the colours ain't too cool and they're shape like a watermelon. If they give me one I don't think I would ever react. One thing on my mind I want my Fleetwood back.