Blinking the sweat from his eyes now Drinking a beer from a can I'm sure that he looks to his dad, and Thinks to himself: What a man I wonder what is going on In that head of his? Not a lot is going on My mother says quit asking him He's not a good guy Remember that When you come back crying in his Cadillac He says it's from 1962 Bet all my money he loves it more than you Closing his eyes when he drives out Like when she screams out his name I'm sure there are days he imagines Not pushing down on the brakes Passing the time in his driveway Kicking a stone down the street Watching the cars on the highway Knowing that he'll never leave I wonder what is going on In that head of his? Not a lot is going on My mother says quit asking him He's not a good guy Remember that When you come back crying in his Cadillac He says it's from 1962 Bet all my money he loves it more than you (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) (Ooa, ooh, ooh, aah, ooh) (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) (Ooa, ooh, ooh, aah, ooh) Don't be surprised When you leave him with tears in your eyes When you see him getting loud every fight I know you took it too fast And I listened to your mother never got in his car I wonder what is going on In that head of his? Not a lot is going on My mother says quit asking him He's not a good guy Remember that When you come back crying in his Cadillac He says it's from 1962 That I'm a woman who loves it more than you