Something To Brag About

(G.J.)

I've got a real important job

In a large office buildin'

Ridin' people in an elevator

I drive a '57 Chevrolet

With busted tail lights

Burned out valves

And a leaky radiator

I wear a twenty dollar suit

I bought from J.C. Penney's

Back in 1962

But I've got somethin' to brag about

Somethin' to brag about

Somethin' to brag about in you

(T.W.)

I'm a short-order cook

At an all night cafe

Down on 18th avenue and 12th street

I wear a swingin' mini dress

That I made for myself

>From mama's kitchen curtains

And old bed sheets

I've got 17 pages

Of Top Value stamps

And one old pair of shoes

But I've got somethin' to brag about

Somethin' to brag about

Somethin' to brag about in you

When you're with the fellas, I know

You start braggin' 'bout

My hour glass figure

And my big brown eyes

(G.J.)

Tell 'em

You tell your girlfriends 'bout my

Sweet, sweet lovin'

And that's one better that

Money can't buy

(both)

So let's lget married

In the not-to-distant future

We'll rent a little flat

On 29th street

You know we'll hang our washin'

On the clothes line from the window

We'll feast on corn bread, butter beans and lunch meat

We won't have a thermostat

A big long Cadillac

But we'll have a love that's true

(G.J.)

Love has, somethin' to brag about

(T.W.)

Yeah and I'll have, somethin' to brag about

(both)