Blue Cheer - Blues Cadillac

(Dickie Peterson) Why don't you ride in it, babe Why don't you ride in my Cadillac Come on and ride in it, babe Why don't you ride in my Cadillac You know my window's rolled down And baby, my seat is back Well tell me baby, what'd you-what'd you think about that! Ride in it, babe Ride in it, babe Ride in my, my, my Blues Cadillac! I'm gonna run it on strong with high-grain alcohol I said I'll run it on strong with high-grain alcohol And she might even compete, Show it's nimble roll I tell you baby, baby that ain't all. Ride in it, babe Ride in it, babe Ride in my, my, my Blues Cadillac! (Come back here awhile, yeah!) Said she's a storm flyin' buggy Lord, she was built to last Yeah she's a storm flyin' buggy Lord, she was built to last Know I slide down my windows And I stomp down on that gas Well tell me baby, what'd you-what'd you think about that! Ride in it, babe Ride in it, babe Ride in my, my, my Blues Cadillac! Said she's a storm flyin' buggy Lord, she was built to last Yeah she's a storm flyin' buggy Lord, she was built to last Oh, I can let down my windows And I stomp down on that gas So won't you ride, baby, ride C'mon and ride, baby, ride Get on and ride, baby, ride C'mon and, ride, ride, ooooh! Ride in it, babe Ride in it, babe Ride in my, my, my Blues Cadillac! Ride in it, babe Ride in it, babe Ride in my, my, my Blues Cadillaaaaac!