Holding on, golden arms charm, but my silver jewels cruel as a swamped pool, and fueled duels with its rules, was cool, but now my wool is against me, promising to get me, now it doesn't fit me, wished it missed me, assist me with a Cadillac, Corduroys that rattle caps, and tattle mac this hassle strap!, instead it scraps a rack, never lacks a trap of crap, now I gotta battle back, saddle facts and tackle tax, but can't paddle back the penalty of golden arms, better be just scolding harm, never like me holding on.