I’m a Cadillac Girl I’m a Cadillac girl in a Chevy world, my tastes are fine like expensive wine real pearls I like, but I’m out of luck the ones I wear are like Two Buck Chuck BREAK I’m a Cadillac girl in a Chevy world, old shoes are tight my toes are curled my ambitions grand my wants unfurled I’m a Cadillac girl in a Chevy world I want to travel go near and far my talent keeps me in this dive bar someday I’ll make it out of here drinking scotch and no more beer It’s good looking guys I do really like but its beer belly men all named Mike with matted beards and smell like hell who want me now, dumb as well They’re out of work and don’t do squat I want the guys who know what’s what, who make some money a lot of dough, don’t make excuses like on furlough I wait for Sunday to hear the bell Praise the Lord and give as well I go to church and work really hard singing in a sequin leotard I play the lottery every week, just like working nine to five nothing’s changed I’m getting pooped, same old same old every year
