You may think I'm fooling   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 about that   Well come on over here and hug me   And, baby, I'll spill the facts   Well, honey it ain't your money   Cause baby I 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   Somebody 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 the 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 do there in back of your pink Cadillac         Now some folks say it's too big and uses too much gas   Some folks say it's too old and that it goes too fast   But my love is bigger than a Honda, it's bigger than a Subaru   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