Lyrics:

I saw her turn her head In a drop-dead gaze She was peekin' out over the top Of those wire-rim shades Now it wasn't my charm And it wasn't my grin That had that little secretary Dialed right in She wasn't lookin' at me, man she was lookin' at my feet [Chorus:] It's these twenty-two hundred And twenty-five dollar Pair o' handmade genuine fine Horned-back kicks With a seven-row stitch And a three dollar sidewalk shine Yeah they're made to fit and they're hard to find Make a pretty woman look down each time I got the baddest boots on the boulevard Yeah the baddest boots on the boulevard They were made by a little man Down in El Paso I was passin' though town Singin' at the rodeo He said 'they cost a little more But for what it's worth There ain't another pair like 'em on god's green earth' Then I handed him my money And he sized me up [Chorus] I got the baddest boots on the boulevard Yeah, the Baddest boots on the boulevard When I pull 'em on I start singin' a song Make me wanna tuck my britches leg's inside 'em Lets take a stroll [Chorus] They're the baddest boots on the boulevard Look here girl Yeah, they're bad alright