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