Sophisticated lady put your blue jeans on You're anybody's baby when your mama's gone Pretty lady, get back Pretty lady, yea, sweet thing Sophisticated lady tryin' to change my ways Just because you're caught in your social maze I think it's 'bout time

My blue jeans Will last me all my life, oh yes So should we I'm spending all this time You don't even know me I'm hanging from the tree I don't stand in line, I don't pay for clubs, fuck that But I'll wait for you I don't like to drink, I don't like to

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy In the house of the rising sun There is a house in Sin City And God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in Sin City

Girl you make my speakers go boom boom You're lookin' so good in what's left of those blue jeans The best buzz I'm ever gonna find And high on summertime That kinda thing makes a man go mm mm Drip of honey on the money make it gotta be Hey I'm a little

You ring me often nightly At precisely nine tight Nigga never off But you were one time like 10 o'clock But that's life B And you are my wifey You look right with your hair to the side Blue jeans, nice shoes and a yellow top Likes tunes from bashment to

I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on When I wake up in the mornin' light I pull on my jeans and I feel all right You and me, we'll go motorbike ridin' in the sun And the wind and the rain I got money in my pocket, I got a tiger in my tank

I shine right 'cause I grind, bitch hated on mine My heart's in it, I'm authentic, it's clear to see it's my time (These bitches don't want none) I got twenty racks on my new jeans I got ten more in my blue jeans I walk in then I turn up Pimp tight liked

Always was, always gonna be Always gonna only be you You ain't just a sundown, you're spinning my whole world You ain't just a number, I call when I'm lonely They see blue jeans walking by I see my ship coming in They see the end of the night I see a

I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on When I wake up in the mornin' light I pull on my jeans and I feel all right You and me, we'll go motorbike ridin' in the sun And the wind and the rain I got money in my pocket, I got a tiger in my tank

Be Bop A Lula she's my baby Be Bop A Lula I don't mean maybe Be Bop A Lula I don't mean maybe Well Be Bop A Lula she's my baby Be Bop A Lula she's my baby doll, my baby doll, my baby doll. Well, she's the gal in the red blue jeans She's the queen of all