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