Wearin' old t-shirts and grubby jeans People say I look kinda odd Well, I'm never accepted in the social set 'cause they say that I'm a clod
But once in a while, I go to my closet And I put on something mod And when I step out in my leisure suit People stand up and applaud
Leisure suit serenade Slip one on and you got it made You better hope and pray that the colors don't fade That's the leisure suit serenade
Now, it don't matter if the collar's bent If it's got nylon twenty percent Now I'm as cool as the asb president Leisure suit serenade
Leisure suit serenade Slip one on and you got it made You better hope and pray that the colors don't fade That's the leisure suit serenade, oh yeah That's the leisure suit serenade
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