Oh yeah
You betcha
There for a minute
You really were
A Cadillac queen
Weren’t you
But did you actually
Open the pink
I can’t remember
But my
It would have been
Just like you
You rolling through
Dirt roads and ghettos
With your better-than-you smile
And your better-than-you glare
And your better-than-you hands
Through your better-than-you hair
Driving right by the Hunts
Feeling oh so good
About yourself
And oh so small
Bet you would have
Flicked your cigarette
Bet you would have
Taken a swig
As big as you were
As big as you did
Made ya feel almost as good
Almost as sane
Almost as rich
As Enemy James and Enemy Jane