| Song | Cadillac Hotel |
| Artist | Little Feat |
| Album | Hotcakes & Outtakes |
| 作词：Bill Payne、Bill Wray | |
| 作曲：Bill Payne、Bill Wray | |
| You can open the window | |
| Where the sunset meets the sea | |
| Everything's for sale | |
| Everything's for free | |
| Sweet mother Mary | |
| Sells her fortunes well | |
| She's got all the answers | |
| Just might save you from hell | |
| Across the street at the bottomless cup | |
| You can drink and drink but you can | |
| Never get enough | |
| You can have yours with sweet and low | |
| You might even have the blues to go | |
| One shot Johnny | |
| Got a dog on a rope | |
| Goin' from table to table | |
| With a pocket full of hope | |
| Rodeo riders and scarlet women | |
| Lean against your walls | |
| The show they're waitin' for | |
| Is just three steps down the hall | |
| The of king of jive looks like the queen of please | |
| Makes his livin' on his hands and knees | |
| You give and you give 'till you give it all | |
| Oh, just think if these walls could talk, oh | |
| I've climbed so high | |
| And I've surely fell | |
| Every story has a hero | |
| Down at the Cadillac Hotel | |
| El Dorado Slim | |
| Works behind the desk | |
| Either day or night | |
| He can handle any request | |
| J. C.'s screamin' | |
| Bout turnin' water to wine | |
| Got all in a big brown bag | |
| In the lobby, just past nine, in an old Maytag | |
| The homeless and haunted and street Van Gogh's | |
| Lace their souls up tight | |
| Hang your coat on a fin, you finally got in | |
| Get ready for Cadillac night | |
| Across the street at the bottomless cup | |
| It's not about money, you can never get enough | |
| A handful of honesty, a fist full of pride | |
| It's not how you live, it's how you survive | |
| I've climbed so high | |
| And I've surely fell | |
| Every story has a hero | |
| Down at the Cadillac Hotel | |
| I've climbed so high | |
| And I've surely fell | |
| Ten thousand feet to zero | |
| Down at the Cadillac Hotel |
| zuò cí: Bill Payne Bill Wray | |
| zuò qǔ: Bill Payne Bill Wray | |
| You can open the window | |
| Where the sunset meets the sea | |
| Everything' s for sale | |
| Everything' s for free | |
| Sweet mother Mary | |
| Sells her fortunes well | |
| She' s got all the answers | |
| Just might save you from hell | |
| Across the street at the bottomless cup | |
| You can drink and drink but you can | |
| Never get enough | |
| You can have yours with sweet and low | |
| You might even have the blues to go | |
| One shot Johnny | |
| Got a dog on a rope | |
| Goin' from table to table | |
| With a pocket full of hope | |
| Rodeo riders and scarlet women | |
| Lean against your walls | |
| The show they' re waitin' for | |
| Is just three steps down the hall | |
| The of king of jive looks like the queen of please | |
| Makes his livin' on his hands and knees | |
| You give and you give ' till you give it all | |
| Oh, just think if these walls could talk, oh | |
| I' ve climbed so high | |
| And I' ve surely fell | |
| Every story has a hero | |
| Down at the Cadillac Hotel | |
| El Dorado Slim | |
| Works behind the desk | |
| Either day or night | |
| He can handle any request | |
| J. C.' s screamin' | |
| Bout turnin' water to wine | |
| Got all in a big brown bag | |
| In the lobby, just past nine, in an old Maytag | |
| The homeless and haunted and street Van Gogh' s | |
| Lace their souls up tight | |
| Hang your coat on a fin, you finally got in | |
| Get ready for Cadillac night | |
| Across the street at the bottomless cup | |
| It' s not about money, you can never get enough | |
| A handful of honesty, a fist full of pride | |
| It' s not how you live, it' s how you survive | |
| I' ve climbed so high | |
| And I' ve surely fell | |
| Every story has a hero | |
| Down at the Cadillac Hotel | |
| I' ve climbed so high | |
| And I' ve surely fell | |
| Ten thousand feet to zero | |
| Down at the Cadillac Hotel |