Well, I'll dig you later, Baby, I'll call you
back,
I've just got to wash my pink Cadillac.
I'll wash it and shine it, just like new,
When I'm all done, Baby, I'll call you.
Chorus:
I gotta wash, wash my pink Cadillac;
I got your signal, Babe, my train is on your
track;
I a gonna hep eat with plenty of jack;
I'll dig you later, Baby, in my pink Cadillac.
We'll pull the top down and let the breeze
blow,
We'll floor board it, Honey, and go go schmo.
Tear around town in my pink Cadillac;
Don't hit the sack, Baby, till I call you back.
(Chorus)
Pick it up on the corner this Saturday night
When the high brows and low brows are taking
their flights
They'll feast their eyes and stretch their
necks;
Don't get slack, Baby, I've got a pink
Cadillac.
(Chorus)
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Recorded By: Hal
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