Black Cadillac (Joe Pinson, ASCAP) There's a black Cadillac with a door on the back, and it's waiting just for you. It may be today, it may be tomorrow,      or when you're a hundred and two. But the man who owns that car will one day show you what it's like inside. How's it gonna feel in that box of steel, when you take your very last ride? CHORUS:  You won't feel nothin', Jack, 'cause you'll be dead. They'll be no more thoughts of things you'd like to do dancin' around in your head. It'll be too late to fill your plate with all that stuff you've never done. Don't waste another day while you're okay. Get out and have some fun. We wallk around blind to the passing of time, 'cause we're just too busy to see that the clock on the wall is a wake-up call that's intended for you and me. When you breathe your last - go out with a blast - to meet and greet your maker. How's it gonna feel in that box of steel when your chauffeur is the undertaker? REPEAT CHORUS