While riding in my Cadillac, what, to my surprise, A little Nash Rambler was following me, about one-third my size. The guy must have wanted it to pass me up As he kept on tooting his horn. Beep! Beep! I'll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn.
I pushed my foot down to the floor to give the guy the shake, But the little Nash Rambler stayed right behind; he still had on his brake. He must have thought his car had more guts As he kept on tooting his horn. Beep! Beep! I'll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn.
My car went into passing gear and we took off with dust. And soon we were doin' ninety, must have left him in the dust. When I peeked in the mirror of my car, I couldn't believe my eyes. The little Nash Rambler was right behind, you'd think that guy could fly.
Now we're doing a hundred and ten, it certainly was a race. For a Rambler to pass a Caddy would be a big disgrace. For the guy who wanted to pass me, He kept on tooting his horn. Beep! Beep! I'll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn.
Now we're doing a hundred and twenty, as fast as I could go. The Rambler pulled alongside of me as if I were going slow. The fellow rolled down his window and yelled for me to hear, Hey, buddy, how can I get this car out of second gear?