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
done finally blew my way Like memories of yesterday See all them leaves must fall down, growin' old Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to
some terrorists The heir to his throne, eight years old I left his back blown up, for that I get the fat bonus So the cadillac's on once I get back home
some terrorists The heir to his throne, eight years old I left his back blown up, for that I get the FAT bonus so the Cadillac's on once I get back home
year...") (Like memories of yesterday...) *voice of Andre fades in* see all them leaves must fall down, growin old Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat
the same old blues Way down in the U.S. of A. There's a guy doing things my way Combing the same greasy hair Hugging the same teddy bear He's a copycat
