Daddy's Caddy

4 wheel spy from a rusty grave

fins, trim -an old  V8

bongos in the backseat

uncle's in the trunk

scorching the blue hi-way

with a calypso funk

we don't need a licence

if we don't get caught

now they've made it a crime

to do what you want

short for looks

long on go-go-go

gone to the sky

gone to the road

they don't know dreaming

from screaming

so leave 'em