When youâre finally out of luck, go see Cal!
If youâre gonna kick the bucket, go see Cal!
For your funeral procession,
Save on limos without question,
Go see Cal, go see Cal, go see Cal!
If youâre shufflinâ off this earth, go see Cal!
Find out what your trade-inâs worth, go see Cal!
Before your final breath is drawn,
For your ride to Forest Lawn,
Go see Cal, go see Cal, go see Cal!
If youâre goinâ straight to Hell, go see Cal!
We have handbaskets we can sell, go see Cal!
If youâre goinâ to meet Satan,
Probably shouldnât keep him waitinâ,
Go see Cal, go see Cal, go see Cal!
When you finally meet your fate, go see Cal!
Headed to the pearly gates, go see Cal!
Muslims, Buddhists, Christians, Jews,
Atheists need hearses too,
Everyone croaks, even you, go see Cal!
goosey cow, goosey cow, goosey cow
Growing up in Vancouver (the Canadian one) I learned about him from American TV channels and thought that he was only local to Seattle. (âWorthington Ford in Federal Way⌠the ONLY way!â) Iâm glad to learn his empire reached much furtherâŚ
That was going to be my comment: He was a fixture on Seattle-area TV back in the day, not just California.
One tidbit - at Peak Cal he was running 50,000 commercials a year.
Of course Iâd never buy a car from him.
Ahh, Cal Worthington. One of the biggest and oldest car dealerships in Anchorage, Alaska. I wasnât even aware that it was a chain until I was in my teens.
20 years gone, since i left SoCal, and my family still references Cal & his dog Spot. Rest well Cal.
Well he never made it up here to Boston. First Iâve heard of him. We had a guy named Ernie Boch . âCome on down!!!â
I gotta say, though, thatâs some collection of junkboxes Calâs peddling there. Behold the '73 Chevy Vega! Even GM has yet to surpass that little gem for across-the-line lemonhood.
I do think Iâve seen Spot around here a few timesâŚ
i remember, growing up, seeing him on tv all the time, despite living nowhere near California. So when we went there on vacation one summer, our parents make sure to take us to âgo see Calâ. I remember him as friendly but perplexed why we âhadâ to come see him. God that song was catchy.
I guess the next RIP will be Pete Ellis Dodge, Long Beach Freeway, Firestone Exit, South Gte
I grew up in Anchorage during the 70âs, which means I saw a steady diet of Calâs commercials. I told my mother that I wanted to go down to the dealership to meet Cal and Spot, and was devastated when she told me he lived in California. All that sunny weather in the commercials might have tipped me off. 
Sillies, he was also âlocalâ to Anchorage as well. Being from AK we knew he wasnât only from there, no one could be that grandiose and play with big cats (Spot) on cars and only have three dealership in Alaska.
Goosey cow? Thatâs cute but we ALL heard pussy cow pussy cow pussy cow
As a kid of about 5, I though it was pussy cow (because of the tigers!)
ETA: And, it seems that I was not the only one 
I always heard âpussy cow.â It was only when I was grown up that I realized it was âGo see Calâ I also always wondered who needed to buy a car at midnight.
Same here. RIP, Pussy Cow.
âPussy cowâ was a common refrain on the playground at school because of those commercials.
Not to besmirch the name of a dead used car salesman, but I heard that Cal had to close his businesses on the North Pacific seaboard and that was the reason he was in Souther California. That was circa 1998 or so. My Google-Fu is not giving me anything, but then again, Iâm not trying.
Beat me to it. (âPete Ellis DodgeâŚâ)
I saw his commercials in SoCal in the 80s.
