A long white car pulled up right on the runway
A plane touched down and taxi-ed toward the gate
A marching band struck up a round of "Hallelujah Chorus"
The ever-throbbing crowd could hardly wait

The landing gear concluded it's rotation
The rolling stairway clamped on to the flight
The heavy metal doorway swung wide open
And there he stood, from head to toe in white

He waved a coupla times and then was taken
They whisked him to the waiting limousine
The long white car was off for eight appointments
If you've ever been to LA then you know just what that means

It means you're gonna spend your day out on the freeway
It means you're gonna spend some time there with the stars
Even if you're well connected in the City of the Angels
All the power in Heaven and Earth won't move the cars

About halfway through the day there came a knocking
The driver rolled the window down, responding to his guest
Who by this time had got a little antsy (who could blame him)
And thus offered up the following request

"You know, my friend, in Europe where I come from
I never get to drive at all at home
It looks like so much fun I wonder if you'd let met try it
After all, as you might say here, 'When in Rome'"

So the driver and his passenger switched places
And the car rolled slowly back on to the road
When not too long thereafter it began to pick up speed
And so did the state trooper who followed

"Can I see your license and your registration?"
As the tinted window lowered into gear
Revealing only then the Holy Pilot
At which point the trooper said, "Just wait right here."

"Headquarters, this is Nine, I got a problem
I just flagged down a limo and I'm not sure what to do
It was speeding, it was swerving, it was really quite unnerving
But it's someone really big, by every clue

"Who?" said the dispatcher to the trooper
"Is it the Mayor?" but the trooper answered, "Bigger."
"The Governor?" she asked again, the trooper said, "I wish"
And then she choked "Oh Lord, the Senator" with vigor

"You're getting warm," the trooper chortled shrilly
The dispatcher said, "Oh no, I think I figure
You mean to say you've pulled over the President today."
All the trooper said this time "Way bigger."

"I surrender, I give up" she said, "who is it?"
And the trooper finally said these words to her
"I don't know who's riding but they must be influential

'Cause whoever's got the Pope for a chauffeur

Lyrics submitted by bananahero

Long White Car song meanings
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