Black Lincoln Continental
Shake that cocktail and follow the road
The doors are locked and the windows are closed
There's only one way to the American Dream
They're awaiting your arrival in a big limousine
In the back of a, black... in the back of a, black..In the back of a, black...
Lincoln Continental, Lincoln Continental Lincoln Continental,
black black, Lincoln Continental black black, Lincoln Continental,
black black, Lincoln Continental
They take you to dinner and you eat off the plate
And you don't taste the poison until it's too late
And seven years later something is funny
Is It the black upholstery or the dirty money?
In the back of a, black... in the back of a, black..In the back of a, black...
Lincoln Continental, Lincoln Continental Lincoln Continental,
black black, Lincoln Continental black black, Lincoln Continental,
black black, Lincoln Continental
The rugs all fake made of persian jute
And the chauffeur got the job by actin' cute
He's watching the speedometer and counting your money
And the big white lines make your heart beat funny
In the back of a, black... in the back of a, black..In the back of a, black...
Lincoln Continental, Lincoln Continental Lincoln Continental,
black black, Lincoln Continental black black, Lincoln Continental,
black black, Lincoln Continental
Lincoln Continental Preto
Agita esse drink e segue a estrada
As portas tão trancadas e as janelas fechadas
Só tem um jeito de chegar no sonho americano
Eles tão te esperando numa limusine grandona
No banco de trás de um, preto... no banco de trás de um, preto... No banco de trás de um, preto...
Lincoln Continental, Lincoln Continental Lincoln Continental,
preto preto, Lincoln Continental preto preto, Lincoln Continental,
preto preto, Lincoln Continental
Te levam pra jantar e você come no prato
E você não sente o veneno até ser tarde demais
E sete anos depois, algo tá estranho
É o estofado preto ou a grana suja?
No banco de trás de um, preto... no banco de trás de um, preto... No banco de trás de um, preto...
Lincoln Continental, Lincoln Continental Lincoln Continental,
preto preto, Lincoln Continental preto preto, Lincoln Continental,
preto preto, Lincoln Continental
Os tapetes são falsos, feitos de juta persa
E o motorista conseguiu o trampo sendo bonitão
Ele tá de olho no velocímetro e contando sua grana
E as linhas brancas grandes fazem seu coração acelerar
No banco de trás de um, preto... no banco de trás de um, preto... No banco de trás de um, preto...
Lincoln Continental, Lincoln Continental Lincoln Continental,
preto preto, Lincoln Continental preto preto, Lincoln Continental,
preto preto, Lincoln Continental
Composição: Graham Parker