(Man)
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, yes
Somethin' to brag about in you

(Woman)
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 hourglass figure
And my big brown eyes

(Man)
You tell your girlfriends 'bout my
Good, good lovin'
And that's one pleasure that
Money can't buy

(both)
So 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 washin'
On the clothesline from the window
We'll feast on cornbread, butter beans and lunch meat

We won't have a thermostat
A big, long Cadillac
But we'll have a love that's true

(Man)
And I'll have somethin' to brag about
(Woman)
Yeah and I'll have, somethin' to brag about
(both)
Yeah, somethin' to brag about in you