| It was a California day
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| And we came to play
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| Riding smooth and heavy with the touch
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| Waiting on the car
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| Taking time on my digital watch
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| Old folks and children
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| Stand and looking
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| At the sight right in front of their eyes
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| All they could say, truly amazed
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| Was «whose Cadillac was that floating by?»
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| They all say
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| «Whose Cadillac is that?»
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| Everywhere we go
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| «Whose Cadillac is that?»
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| Up and down the street
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| «Whose Cadillac is that?»
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| Everyone we meet
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| «Whose Cadillac is that?»
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah woo-hoo
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| Ah yeah
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| Number one from coast to coast
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| Everybody they all know our name
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| From the neighborhood to Hollywood
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| Yeah we’re moving in the diamond lane
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| Low to the ground
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| Heavy with sound
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| Everything from Blues to Rock
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| We stop in at Joe’s
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| Got some burgers to go
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| And cruised all around the block
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| And the people say
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| «Whose Cadillac is that?»
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| Everywhere we go
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| «Whose Cadillac is that?»
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| Up and down the street
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| «Whose Cadillac is that?»
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| Everyone we meet
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| «Whose Cadillac is that?»
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| My, my, my
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| Lord
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| A major intersection
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| Holding steady checking
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| Traffic moving heavy nine to five
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| Red light started blinking
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| We just started singing
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| As they pulled us over slowly to the side
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| They told us to freeze
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| And checked our IDs
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| And we gave 'em all tickets to the show
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| Then we said our goodbyes
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| Exchanging high fives
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| And everybody wanted to know
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| «Whose Cadillac is that?»
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| Up and down the street
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| «Whose Cadillac is that?»
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| Everyone we meet
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| «Whose Cadillac is that?»
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| We saw them scratching their heads
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| «Whose Cadillac is that?»
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| And everybody said
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| «Whose Cadillac is that?»
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| They got the music loud
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| «Whose Cadillac is that?»
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| And stirring up the crowd
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| «Whose Cadillac is that?»
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| Everywhere we go
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Everywhere we go it’s the same old question
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| Right |