My good friend had a girlfriend
She was a crazy thing
She'd be so nice at first
And then she'd change
One night she started kicking
She started swinging too
Before she stole his car
He was black and blue
We stood there starting
As she raced away
His Fleetwood never looked the same
After that day
Crash Cadillac
It made her feel good
To get the boy back
Crash Cadillac
We went out searching for
That slick sick thing
She must have been
High, stoned, drunk or something
'Cause over the hill
Near the railroad tracks
She was dancing all bloody
On a pile of trash
She said I'm gonna die
Won't you kiss me once more
But I'll never be sorry
About your '64