I wish I had an angel

To tell me what I should do

With all these troubles

Stuck on me like superglue

Angelmy spirit's so tired

Ohmy spirit's so tiredyeah



I wish I had an atlas

To show me where to go

To rid my self of these

Emotional clothes I've outgrown

Ohmy spirit's so tired

Angelmy spirit's so tiredyeah



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? 



"somr. presidentwhat 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 upholsteryyes!

Think of the plans

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

And maybemaybe we can rent a cable t.v.yes...

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

And maybe mr. president

You could fix a big martini.

Maybe you should fix a big martiniyeah".



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?