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