Something To Brag About

I've got a real important job In a large office building Riding 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 something to brag about Something to brag about Something to brag about in you 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 Something to brag about Something to brag about in you When you're with the fellas I know you start bragging 'bout my hour glass figure And my big brown eyes Tell 'em You tell your girlfriends 'bout my Sweet, sweet lovin' And that's one better That money can't buy So let's get married In the not-to-distant future We'll rent a little flat on 29th Street You know we'll hang our washing 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 Love has Something to brag about Yeah and I'll have Something to brag about Yeah, something to brag about in you