I passed you on the highway, you was looking pretty fine,
A smiling face looks back at me, it's that ex-girl of mine,
Her mama told me something, that you might wanna know,
She works the darkened streets at night, as a no good dirty hoe.
You call yourself a buddie, you call yourself a friend,
You said I could rely on you until the bitter end,
You said in times of trouble, that you would watch my back,
Well f you man, and f that b, and f your cadillac!
We used to go out cruisin', going racing round the town,
Inseparable and fun loving, until she dragged you down,
What the hell has happened to, the man that I once knew,
She turned your head, destroyed your soul, it killed you through and through.
You call yourself a buddie, you call yourself a friend,
You said I could rely on you until the bitter end,
You said in times of trouble, that you would watch my back,
Well f you man, and f that b, and f your cadillac!
Now when she drops you man, don't you come running back to me,
Cos I'll just say I told you so but now she's set you free,
And the next time that you ask me boy, my honest point of view,
Well listen once, and listen good when I say back to you,
You call yourself a buddie, you call yourself a friend,
You said I could rely on you until the bitter end,
You said in times of trouble, that you would watch my back,
Well f you man, and f that b, and f your cadillac!
Ou call yourself a buddie, you call yourself a friend,
You said I could rely on you until the bitter end,
You said in times of trouble, that you would watch my back,
Well f you man, and f that b, and f your cadillac!