I wish i had an angel

To tell me what i should do

With all these troubles

Stuck on me like superglue

Angel, my spirit's so tired

Oh, my spirit's so tired, yeah



I wish i had an atlas

To show me where to go

To rid my self of these

Emotional clothes i've outgrown

Oh, my spirit's so tired

Angel, my 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 is there to go to get away?



"so, mr. president, what should you and i

Propose to say...about this fallout business,

Raining all over our parade.

Maybe you should sit up front and i'll sit here in the back

And we can both admire my old fat cadillac.

Look at that dash!

Look at that amazing upholstery, yes!

Think of the plans,

Think of what a man can build with his hands...

And maybe, maybe we can rent a cable t.v., yes...

And plug it right in, right here in this beautiful back seat...

And maybe mr. president,

You could fix a big martini.

Maybe you should fix a big martini, 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 is there to go to get away?