The cats are all crazy, Mona Lisa

They try to say my future is stone

They say they make all the rights calls

To all the right numbers that the fat cats know

But these wheels were meant for burning

These wings weren't meant to last

And in the end it's all fireworks and smokerings

It's a treacherous road, baby, try not to crash

So keep your singin' voice golden

Keep your red shoes on

I just wanna sing Motown Soul

And buy my baby something nice to take home

I wanna dance with poor girls, senora

I just wanna dance

See, after all it's a crazy dream, baby

All the good cards burn up in a flash

Oh, my, my, it's getting late, Cinderella

How long before these dresses turn right back to rags?

Cause don't forget about my homeboy

we almost died at them gates

Thank the good Lord for sending His angels

In a '49 Mercury for lightning-fast getaways

They not your friends, they all wanna sell your blood

Isn't that why everybody signs up?

Forget it, baby, keep your eyes on that Cadillac

And keep them feet dancing for they too old

So keep your singin' voice golden

Keep your red shoes on

I just wanna sing rock and roll

And buy my baby something nice to take home

So keep your singin' voice golden, keep your red shoes on

I just wanna sing rhythm and blues

And buy my baby something nice to take home

We keep our singin' voice golden, we got our red shoes on

I just wanna sing rhythm and blues

And crack this old heart, baby, made of stone