Lyrics:

Tried to make it little by little
Tried to make it bit by bit on my own
Quit the job, the grey believers
Another town where I get close to the bone

Whatcha gonna tell your brother?
Oh oh oh
Whatcha gonna tell your father?
I don't know!
Whatcha gonna tell your mother?
Let me go...

I'm gonna get dressed for success
Shaping me up for the big time, baby
Get dressed for success
Shaping it up for your love yea yea yea

I'm not afraid
A trembling flower
I'll feed your heart
And blow the dust from your eyes and
In the dark things happen faster
I love the way you sway your hips next to mine

I'm gonna get dressed for success
Hitting a spot for the big time, baby
Get dressed for success
Shaping it up for your love. Look sharp!