I'm Bad, I'm Nationwide

Well, I was rolling down the road
In some cold blue steel
I had a blues man on the back
And a beautician at the wheel
We going downtown
In the middle of the night
We laughing and I'm joking
And we feeling alright

Oh I'm bad, I'm nationwide
Yes I'm bad, I'm nationwide

Easing down the highway
In a new Cadillac
I had a fine fox in front
I had three more in the back
They sporting short dresses
Wearing spike-heel shoes
They smoking Lucky Strikes
And wearing nylons too

Cause we bad, we're nationwide
Yeah we bad, we're nationwide

Well, I was moving down the road
In my V-8 Ford
I had a shine on my boots
I had my sideburns lowered
With my New York brim
And my gold tooth displayed
Nobody give me trouble
Because they know I got it made

I'm bad, I'm nationwide
Well, I'm bad, bad, bad
Bad, bad, I'm nationwide, yeah, yeah