James Taylor — Limousine Driver

Limousine driver, big Cadillac car Rich and famous no matter who you are, you are I seen a rock'n'roll rider, oh, I seen a cinema star Won't you to roll down the road, roll down the road Roll down the, roll down the road with me? Want you to roll down the road, roll down the road Roll down the, roll down the road with me? Deep into the night, blue velvet plush Cut glass crystal, I mean it means so much, so much Long cool fingeroos, soft tenderloin touch Won't you to roll down the road, roll down the road Roll down the, roll down the road with me, little one? Want you to roll down the road, roll down the road Roll down the, roll down the road with me, yeah? Roll down the road with me, yeah baby City sidewalk, shining wet with rain Run through the runthrough babe, I said, one more again Run through the jungle, fetch a lady glove Kicking off a bundle, go on and give it a shove Speak up don't you mumble, oh, who do you love? Won't you to roll down the road, roll down the road Roll down the, roll down the road with me, catcher? Want you to roll down the road, roll down the road Roll down the, roll down the road with me? Yeah yeah yeah I say yeah