Maybellene, why can't you be true, oh, Maybellene, why can't you be true, you've started back doin' the things you used to do. As I was motivatin' over the hill, I saw Maybellene in a Coup de Ville, A Cadillac a-rollin' on an open road, Nothin' will outrun my V-8 Ford, The Cadillac doin' about Ninety Five, She's bumper to bumper, rollin' side by side. Maybellene...etc. The Cadillac pulled up ahead of the Ford, The Ford got hot, wouldn't do no more. It then got cloudy and started to rain. I tooted my horn for a passin' lane. The rain water blowin' all under my hood, I knew, that was doin' my motor good Maybellene...etc. The motor cooled down, the heat went down, And that's when I heard that highway sound. The Cadillac a-sittin' like a ton of lead, A hundred and ten, half a mile ahead. The Cadillac lookin' like it's sittin' still, And I caught Maybellene at the top of the hill. Maybellene...etc.