The Caddy, where’s the Caddy?

The what?

The Caddilac we used to have. The Bluesmobile!

There’s 106 miles to Arnhem, we’ve got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark and we’re wearing sunglasses.

Hit it!

Are you the police?

No Ma’am. We’re musicians.

De koepelgevangenis

The warden threw a party in the county jail
The prison band was there and they began to wail
The band was jumpin’ and the joint began to swing
You should’ve heard them knocked-out jailbirds sing
Let’s rock everybody, let’s rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin’ to the Jailhouse Rock