Lyrics:

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