You may think I'm foolish
  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 'bout that
  Well come on over here and hug me
  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
  Feeling 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
  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
  But 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
  Feeling out of sight
  Spending all my money
  On a Saturday night
  Honey I just wonder what it feels like in the 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