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