George Jones: 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 Tammy Wynette: I'm a short-order cook At an all night café 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 seventeen 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 Tammy Wynette: When you're with the fellas, I know You start a-braggin' 'bout My hourglass figure And my big brown eyes George Jones: Tell 'em You tell your girlfriends 'bout my Sweet, sweet 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 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 George Jones: Love has somethin' to brag about Tammy Wynette: Yeah, and I'll have somethin' to brag about Both: Yeah, somethin' to brag about in you