(Intro)
(A lone, slightly fuzzy blues riff starts. A tambourine keeps time. Then, BAM: the drums and bass kick in with immense power.)

(Verse 1)
Well, you got a hubcap moon and a vinyl spoon
And you're talkin' to the lizards in the afternoon
Your daddy was a jukebox, your mama was a phone
You're the queen of the screen in a styrofoam zone

(Chorus)
Cadillac Lipstick! (Yeah!) Smear it across the sky!
Cadillac Lipstick! Watch the planets align!
You got the neon shake, the cosmic ache
For goodness sake, it's a piece of cake!

(Verse 2)
You drink a cup of shadows from a diamond shoe
And do the backseat boogie with the skeleton crew
Your hair is made of television snow, oh yeah
You're the reason that the wind don't blow nowhere

(Chorus)
Cadillac Lipstick! (Uh-huh!) Smear it across the sky!
Cadillac Lipstick! Watch the planets align!
You got the neon shake, the cosmic ache
For goodness sake, it's a piece of cake!

(Sax Solo)
(This is where the baritone sax takes over. It's not a technical masterpiece; it's a honking, squealing, joyful noise that lasts for 8 bars. The band grooves hard underneath.)

(Bridge)
Ooh, baby, satellite... dancing in a lazy light...
Ooh, baby, motor sound... shakin' on the lost and found...
Yeah!

(Chorus)
Cadillac Lipstick! (C'mon!) Smear it across the sky!
Cadillac Lipstick! Watch the planets align!
You got the neon shake, the cosmic ache
For goodness sake, it's a piece of cake!

(Outro)
(Fade out on the main riff, with the sax honking, the backing vocals repeating "Lipstick, Lipstick," and the singer ad-libbing: "Yeah, you're a neon dream... a jellybean machine... shake it, don't break it... oh yeah..." until it dissolves into a swirl of reverb and applause.)
