Blue Cadillac

The shine of the windscreen

The smell of the soap

My dirty old rag

These give me hope

As I scrub each car

The sun burns my skin

I have to go on

As hard work is no sin

I scrub at the glass

I scrub at the steel

At least that will ensure

I get a full meal

That shiny coin

Will get tossed in my hand

The sweat is all worth it

As on my feet, I now stand

I will continue to toil

And earn what I can

It's important to grow

Into an independent man

One day a Honda

One day a Rolls Royce

One day a BMW

Oh! What a choice

Then one day I'll wash God's blue Cadillac

I'll stretch out hard to reach that high

Cos' they say when one works really hard

The only limit is - The Big Blue Sky