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
