|
My Jeans
|
|
Ah oh dum di da do
|
Da dum di da do
|
Well I know
|
Alright
|
Well my jeans they are a frayin'
|
And don't talk Levi's because I've tried.
|
My hips they had no room to play in,
|
and my little bum felt all trapped inside.
|
There's Levis all around,
|
If there was Wranglers I would know.
|
I'd turn the whole store upside down,
|
and they don't got Wranglers so let's go,
|
I said my jeans they are a frayin',
|
I said my jeans they are a frayin' very bad.
|
Uh oh.
|
|
Why not Levis?
|
Why not Levis?
|
|
Cause they never seem to fit me,
|
No matter what the size.
|
|
Why not Levis?
|
Why not Levis?
|
|
Well the bum never fits, nor the hips nor the thighs.
|
I said my jeans they are a frayin',
|
Oh my jeans they are a frayin' real bad.
|
|
Guitar.
|
|
This store's got Wranglers in 'em,
|
Even got size 31,
|
28 bucks- now wait a minute,
|
But these jeans they're almost done.
|
My jeans are nearly rags,
|
My jeans are almost dead,
|
And they've lost their little Wrangler tag,
|
And you can see my knees right through the threads.
|
I said my jeans oh they're a frayin',
|
Oh my jeans they are a frayin', real bad.
|
|
Tell them.
|
|
His jeans they are a frayin' so bad, so bad.
|
Yeah you said it.
|
His jeans are frayin' so bad, bad.
|
What about it?
|
My jeans, My jeans.
|
|
Ok fellas.
|
|
Doo didoo doo doo di doo doo doo doo doop de doo de doo doo doo
|
doo doo de doo doo.
|
|
|
|
-----------------
|
My Jeans
|
Jonathan Richman |