Daddy Had A Buick Songtext
von Doug Moreland

Daddy had a Buick and Mama loved to ride
Daddy liked to drive it and Mama liked to glide
Four white walls constantly in motion
Two-tone, rag-top, holes in the side
Daddy had a Buick and Mama loved to ride
Daddy had a Buick holes in the side
Daddy had a buick and Mama loved to ride

Daddy was a talker and a son of a gun
Mama was a looker and a barrel of fun
Daddy kept the car straight, Mama read the road map
Flyin′ down the interstate Mama's head in Daddy′s lap
Three blocks long and two lanes wide
Daddy had a Buick and Mama loved to ride
Daddy had a Buick two lanes wide
Daddy had a Buick and Mama loved to ride


The lakes of Minnesota to the town of New Orleans
Oklahoma, Arizona, any place they would wanna
Play around, run about, lay it down, or blow it out
Daddy at the wheel and Mama by his side
Daddy had a Buick and Mama loved to ride
Daddy had a Buick, Mama by his side
Daddy had a Buick, and Mama loved to ride

Daddy got the blue skies, Mama got the breeze
Me I got my Mama's eyes, my Daddy's Buick keys
Gonna do things my way now I finally got one
Flyin′ down the highway my baby ridin′ shotgun
Two-tone, rag-top, holes in the side
Me I got a Buick and baby loves to ride
Me I got a Buick, baby loves to ride
Me I got a Buick, my baby by my side

Daddy has a Buick, two lanes wide
Daddy has a Buick, and Mama loves to ride