My girlfriend bought a car just a few weeks back
It was a low-riding loud-running Pink Cadillac
She took it for a cruise down on Rodeo Drive
And she put the pedal to the medal doing one-ninety-five
She pulled up to a red light and for heaven sakes
She skidded through the light when she put on the brakes
Another car was coming, and it bumped her in her ass
It made her foot hit the pedal and open up the gas
She drove into a drain-ditch nearly four feet deep
And her head hit the horn, then, it began to beep
My girlfriend she was looney; well, you should have heard her screaming
Especially when she woke up, just to find that she was dreaming
Pink Cadillac- Bruce Springsteen
HEADING FOR VENEZIA
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Young Syd, a squirrel with adventurous spirit most keen,
Bought 1925 roadster, a vintage touring machine.
With top down, tail flapping in the breeze,
The goddess of freedom he was sure to appease.
Popular was he, once featured in ‘Roadster Fanzine.’
Oh how Syd loved the roadster’s crushed velvet seats
Sinking in them as he raced down the city streets.
Waves to all the she-squirrels, feeling outta sight
Spends his dough dancing with them on Saturday nights.
Low on cash, Syd uses his roadster delivering food for UberEATS
That’s when he meets the she-squirrel named Aretha,
a singing diva who always orders lots of pepperoni pizza.
*Oh these city streets move way too slow, don’t you know.
Let’s go riding on the freeway! Drop the pedal, Syd. Go, go, go!
So they cruise onto better-than-ever street heading straight for Venezia.
Some people wear rose coloured glasses
but I drive my pink cadillac through life
I ride in style and bite into adventure
my friends and I cruise for a fun time
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
1959 Pink Cadillac
Driven by my first boyfriend
He was fifteen
Those tail fins were really something!
And the chrome was dazzling!
Marvelously beautiful.
Amazing. We still speak of it.
Because I married him.
Wish we still had this classic car.
No one knew what kind of car she was because she was an antique.
She had a mind of her own, a colorful one at that, and she ran.
She lived in a small Alaskan town, so people knew about her.
That’s Claire, an old timer told me when he saw me taking her photo.
She has a name? Sure, he replied, “They all have names, don’t they?”
All cars have names?
No. All spirits have names.
You mean she is a spirit and a car?
We never think of Claire as a car, but we always think of her as a spirit.
When I left the state, she followed me to the edge and then honked goodbye.
No one believed me, because she had no driver.
But I have never forgotten Claire.
Yeah, I'm five lines out,
and ain't coming back.
Gonna ride on cloud,
in a Mac Cadillac.
Me and miss Jilly,
yeah, she's all that.
Riding on cloud nine
in a Mac Cadillac.
Goin to find Wilson,
wherever he's at.
He sang of Sally,
and her Mustang act
Wanna hear him again,
the Man kick's it back.
Gotta ride on cloud nine,
In a Mac Cadillac.
1959 pink Cadillac with tailfins
It was gorgeous, and cost five hundred dollars
A fifteen-year-old boy drove thirty miles to buy it.
He had been saving money for four years.
1959 pink Cadillac with tailfins
The boy was not old enough to drive it legally
So, he had his friend Randy drive it.
It was a distinctive car. I wish he still had it.
1959 pink Cadillac with tailfins
An impulsive fifteen-year-old girl jumped on the hood
Dancing scratches all over it.
He kept his mouth shut "thinking it was cute"
I wish he still had that 1959 pink Cadillac
Even though I no longer have my dancing shoes
We have been married for fifty years
And that car would be worth more than five hundred dollars today!
I climb in Suzanne,
She ain't no hippy van,
She's rusty and forgotten
Her soul is slightly rotten
But I believe she's grand.
I turn the key and roar her
Then I beg her like a schnorrer
Won't you let me live inside you
If not own you then to ride you
With life becoming more.
They tell me you're a clunker
And a worn out useless junker
I want you fixed and waxed
With my refund income tax
And life will be so good.
Sleeping in the back
Of my rusty Cadillac
She promises me a meal
in Gorst's finest diner
And a ride o'er the sea
to a place she loves in China
And that's the way to feel.
But I died asphyxiated
From this life liberated
When Suzanne turned herself on
Ran exhaust until the air's gone
And I smiled in my sleep
Eternal and so deep
For only Death is real.
If a fire broke out I would save my ancestry tree, wallet for Id, pictures of family indeed, birth certificate and deeds things that are personal to me, then family mementoes which are sentimental and what I really want and need is my Cadillac and its keys.
02/14/2019
If a fire broke out I would save my ancestry tree, wallet for Id, pictures of family indeed, birth certificate and deeds things that are personal to me, then family mementoes which are sentimental and what I really want and need is my Cadillac and its keys.
02/14/2019
If a fire broke out I would save my ancestry tree, wallet for Id, pictures of family indeed, birth certificate and deeds things that are personal to me, then family mementoes which are sentimental and what I really want and need is my Cadillac and its keys.
Andy had a lime green Cadillac
took him for a ride and didn’t bring him back
he never crashed
he lived until he was 95
here is where the story may
open your eyes
it was late December when
he passed away
then I saw the tow truck on
the very next day
It had his shinning old car in tow
the first time I seen it in the ice and snow
at the service was a picture of
him in his car
I thought that very strange
but everybody knows
times will change
at the cemetery
no body prepared me for the fright
his car on a boom truck
did not look right
Andy sitting at the wheel
man what a sight
It took six plots to cover him in
as the car was lowered down I thought I saw him grin
Andy had a lime green Cadillac
took him for a ride and didn’t bring him back
"Mas Tacos Por Favor" As she slings her hands back and forth on the dough
" Mas Tacos Por Favor" As she gracefully accepts the water on the dough
"Mas Tacos Por Favor" As she gently places her fingers and kneads the dough Just Once she says her in heart..They will Know Mas Tacos Por Favor...
Just Once they will know the hearts of hard immigrant hands and the gentle tears that stain these lands..
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When a Cadillac Was Distinctive
By Elton Camp
I well remember the time way back in the day
A Cadillac meant things were going your way
Confuse it with lesser cars? Nope, no chance
A Caddy was recognizable with just a glance
Any who drove one had to be rolling in dough
Because they cost eight thousand bucks or so
In those luxury cars, nothing manual was done
Automatic windows, antenna and trunk were fun
Low gas mileage was simply no concern at all
At a six-dollar fill-up the wealthy didn’t squall
A Cadillac demonstrated one’s status in life
That he had risen above all the ordinary strife
Of course, Cadillac on the market does remain
Now the truly wealthy would laugh with disdain
Because what was once the finest car in the city
Is now only ordinary—and isn’t that such a pity
I got me a Cadillac.
That's one of my favorite luxury cars.
I'm riding around the hood,
Feeling good like a Southernplayalistic,
Ghetto superstar,driving distances
Very far, looking like a boss,
Who suffered some loss,
More glamorous than Boss Hogg,
Who supervised Rosco P.T. Coltrane,
Who focused and hated them Duke Boys,
Because they made a lot of noise.
Yes my Cadillac makes much noise,
Southernplayalistic sounds scream,
From the speakers and I ain't hating,
On nobody. I'm simply glad to meet you.
I've come a long way baby like Virginia Slims,
And I'm most definitely in it to win in my Cadillac car.
How about you do you wanna ride?
Come on in and sit on the passengers side.
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