[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.]
