He's never run of the mill
Never realizing he steals the show
He's got his own classic feel
Drawn to his flame and I can't let go
Cut from a different cloth
He don't know what he's got
He's a worn-out leather jacket
Hand in his back pocket
Black cat on the fourth of July
He's bottled Coca Cola
Leaned up against a Nova
8-track outta '75
A snapshot in time, he's a polaroid
Yeah my baby is corduroy
He's got that old vintage flair
Something about him I can't explain
I'd go with him anywhere
Turn on some throwback like him on replay
Cut from a different cloth
And I know what I got
He's a worn-out leather jacket
Hand in his back pocket
Black cat on the fourth of July
He's bottled Coca Cola
Leaned up against a Nova
8-track outta '75
A snapshot in time, he's a polaroid
Yeah my baby is corduroy
Cut from a different cloth
He don't know what he's got
He's a worn-out leather jacket
Hand in his back pocket
Black cat on the fourth of July
He's bottled Coca Cola
Leaned up against a Nova
8-track outta '75
He's a worn-out leather jacket
Hand in his back pocket
Black cat on the fourth of July
He's bottled Coca Cola
Leaned up against a Nova
Thank God he's mine
A snapshot in time, he's a polaroid
Yeah my baby is corduroy
