I've got a real important job
In a large office building
Riding people in an elevator
I drive a '57 Chevy
With busted tail lights
Burnt out valves and leaky radiator
I wear a twenty dollar suit
I bought from JC Penny'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 swinging mini dress
That I made for myself
From mama's kitchen curtains
And old bed sheets
I've got seventeen pages
Of top value stamps
And one old pair of shoes
But I've got something to brag about
Something to brag about
Something to brag about in you
When you're with the fellas
I know you start to bragging
Bout my hour glass figure
And my big blue eyes
You tell your girlfriends
About my sweet sweet loving
And that's one pleasure that money can't buy
Let's get married
In the not too distant future
We'll rent a little flat on 29th Street
You know we'll hang our washing
On a clothesline from the window
We'll feast on cornbread butter beans and lunchmeat
We won't have a thermostat
Or a big long Cadillac
But we'll have a love that's true
And I'll have something to brag about
And I'll have something to brag about
Something to brag about in you