My Jeans Songtext

von Jonathan Richman & The Modern Lovers

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.