Talkin' Silver Cloud Blues

_ |__ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ | I been singing rock most all my life, I got three little boys and a sweet young wife I feed 'em good 'cause I make good bread,  thank God for the man it said Rock 'n' roll's the answer son, if you can't beat 'em, join em  Get your guitar, get your drum, get your set of iron clad ear drums A thousand watt column amp, you're in business son     Got my first Cadillac in '54, since then I've had about five more Mercedes Benz and a Porsche or two, the other day I was thinking this wouldn't do 'Cause the price of a Cadillac times two, comes out to the cost of a Rolls Royce new But soon the Cadillac's obselete and the Rolls Royce is still running sweet Figure on four years instead of two, before you got to buy something new Put an extra fifteen hundred in, to pay for the bar and air conditioning    You don't need no chauffeur,      get your bartender and ride baby     So the other day I drove down from my hill, went to the bank to get me some bills And boots and Levis worn in tan, I ambled into the Rolls Royce stand The showroom floor was quiet that day, I walked up to a silver gray Silver Cloud all sleek and long, standing ther aloof and so alone Such a beautiful sight I never did see, it sparkled and shone like a Christmas tree It was really something to admire, I moved in close and I kicked a tire Had to get some attention,  I got some      quickly Well I was combing my hair down in the chrome, when up steps a man in a herringbone Said good morning son, may I help you, I said yes sir I'd like to test drive this new  Silver Cloud  Two  Well he jumped back a pace or so and looked me over from my head to my toe His face it formed into a sneer, he said sorry kid the car stays here      Don't you kick those tires      don't open the doors,  don't touch the chrome   You're getting dandruff on the radiator Well I got put on for an hour or more, they ushered me in the bossman's door It wasn't long til I come out, the bossman followed up with a shout Open the door there, look alive  and take this boy for a test drive  In the silver gray Silver Cloud    the little cat's loaded    got lumps in his clothes     You gotta look for those      how do you think I got where I am today, hmm? Now I'm driving along old 501, listening to them big wheels hum Got to get home before it's five, to take my wife and kids for a drive Now the moral is, the part that's best, never judge a man by the way he's dressed Don't brush him off or treat him wrong, he may be the singer of rock songs  Don't you forget it,      what's that pounding noise,        what's burning  Well the temperature's up and the oil is down, termites running around and around On my dashboard,      spot on my windshield,          trade in time