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