Old Fat Cadillac Lyrics - Adrian Belew

I wish I had an angel 

To tell me what I should do 

With all these troubles 

Stuck on me like superglue 

Angel, my spirit's so tired 

Oh, my spirit's so tired, yeah 

I wish I had an atlas 

To show me where to go 

To rid my self of these 

Emotional clothes I've outgrown 

Oh, my spirit's so tired 

Angel, my spirit's so tired, yeah 

But if I had an old fat cadillac 

I'd sit there in the back seat and stare all day 

I'd never drive my old fat cadillac 

Where is there to go to get away? 

"so, mr. president, what should you and i 

Propose to say...about this fallout business, 

Raining all over our parade. 

Maybe you should sit up front and I'll sit here in the back 

And we can both admire my old fat cadillac. 

Look at that dash! 

Look at that amazing upholstery, yes! 

Think of the plans, 

Think of what a man can build with his hands... 

And maybe, maybe we can rent a cable t.v., yes... 

And plug it right in, right here in this beautiful back seat... 

And maybe mr. president, 

You could fix a big martini. 

Maybe you should fix a big martini, yeah".