Cadillac Under My Christmas Tree

Well Daddy drives an Edsel, coloured mint and peach,
But it’s not cool – I look a fool in the summer at the beach.

So come on Santa – hear my plea,
Put a Cadillac under my Christmas tree.

Fit it with studded tyres, so it won’t let me slide,
Lower it, chop it, french the lights and put lake pipes up the side.

Nicky baby – can’t you see
I need a Cadillac under my Christmas tree.

Now I dont want a compact, just to let you know,
Ill play jingle bells if you get you elves to fit me a stereo.

So Daddy-o Christmas set me free
Put a Cadillac under my Christmas tree.

You could buy a led-sled, spray the bonnet red,
Paint Donner and Blitzen on the wings and we’ll go head to head.

Come on Cringle – just for me,
Put a Cadillac under my Christmas tree.

There’ll be milk and cookies if you bring it to my door,
I’ll be out to play on Christmas day, with my mistletoe to the floor.

Grease my palm, slip me the key
Put a Cadillac under my Christmas tree.