Cadillac Car (Live)

Big
As in, large
As in, huge
As in, mine is better than yours.

Now, once upon a time a Cadillac car
Represented the highest classes in America
The pure, unstained WASP
They never worried about the cost, no
Then the Cadillac car was bought by the rising Jews
To show they were just as good and part of the scheme
Now we've got the Cadillac taken over
By our Negro brother
To prove he too belongs
In the American dream.

I'm trying to tell you
I'm trying to tell you thus
If the big white man can make us think we need his Cadillac
To make us feel as good as him
We can think he needs our music
To make him feel as good as us
(We'll make him feel as good as us)

But it's not as easy as it may sound
You've got to get a smoother sound.

This man here's got obvious style
You can tell by his music and his dazzling smile
And I like Sinatra, jazz, and the blues
And I like gospel and blue suede shoes
And I like modern sounds that catch your ear
There are so many sounds we love to hear
We'll blend it all in
We'll bend it all in
The more you put in
The more you can win.

Oh, I've got me a Cadillac (Cadillac, Cadillac)
I've got me a Cadillac car (ooh, ooh)
Baby, I've got me a Cadillac (Cadillac, Cadillac)
Oh, look at me mister, I'm a star (ooh ooh)
(Move me, move me, move me right to the top)

Ooh, eee, ooh
Got me a Cadillac, Cadillac, Cadillac
Got me a Cadillac car
Oh, I've got me a Cadillac, Cadillac, Cadillac
Look at me mister, I'm a star
Look at me mister, I'm a star
Look at me mister, I'm a star.