American Pascal
I called my car American Pascal
She was a 1958 Cadillac Eldorado
I used to park her near the palms trees
That fronted the beach
Whilst I wrote the Great American Novel
But whilst fame always avoided me
As my English was poor
I never grew tired of American Pascal
With her white and black tires
And silver hubs
We shared the good times
Between my movies
And the bad ones
When I was in jail
But I was always clean when we were together
It was a promise that I made to her
Each time I sat behind the wheel