Young man from the wrong side of the tracks

Makes his living hauling lumber on his back

Rich girl high society

Grew up in a big house in a wealthy community

She's a class act

A Fleetwood Cadillac

And she likes his company

'Cause he's a gentle man

Keeps his hands to himself

She says Can't buy that with money

She's afraid her Daddy won't approve

Of her working class hero and his steel toed boots

She says He works hard treats her well

You can't judge a man by his wealth

She's a class act

A Fleetwood Cadillac

She likes his company

'Cause he's a gentle man

Keeps his hands to himself

She yells Daddy most of all he loves me

She's a class act

A Fleetwood Cadillac

She likes his company

'Cause he's a gentle man

Keeps his hands to himself

Can't buy that with money

One day the doorbell rang

There stood the young man with a pawnshop wedding ring

He said Ain't got much God knows I ain't rich

I can't buy you diamonds but I will tell you this

You're a class act

A Fleetwood Cadillac

And I like your company

I'm a gentle man

But I'll tell your Daddy to go to hell

I'd be honored if you'd marry me

Baby marry me

You're a class act

A Fleetwood Cadillac

And I like your company

I'm a gentle man

But I'll tell your Daddy to go to hell

I don't need his money