Eddie Meduza
Eddie Meduza
Eddie Meduza
Eddie Meduza
Eddie Meduza
Eddie Meduza
Eddie Meduza
Eddie Meduza
Eddie Meduza
Eddie Meduza
Eddie Meduza
Eddie Meduza
Eddie Meduza
Eddie Meduza
Here I'm coming, rolling down the line
Here I'm coming, feeling oh so fine
In a 120 miles or more
Keep on rolling, here the engine roar
And I don't know what I'm gonna do
Don't know where I'm going to
Maybe somewhere, something new
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I've been rolling in my Cadillac
Keep on rolling, never coming back
In my pocket there's a lot of dough
And I don't know where I'm gonna go
And I'm never coming back again
Gonna keep on driving and
Burn all money I can spend
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Roll my Cadillac down the line
Spend my money and feel so fine
Keep on rolling, keep on rolling
All I want is a driving-wheel
You imangine the way I feel
Going crazy way down the track
Rolling in my pink Cadillac
Here I'm coming, rolling down the line
Here I'm coming, feeling oh so fine
In a 120 miles or more
Keep on rolling, here the engine roar
And I don't know what I'm gonna do
Don't know where I'm going to
Maybe somewhere, something new
Oh, oh, oh, oh