| Lyrics: | Rod Stewart, Ian McLagen)
I don't need no one's opinion
on the matter concerning my
dress.
I was raised in a clinic down in Oklahoma,
there were many things I did not
possess.
Well I never complained, because my father said,
"Son you get your chance before
you're my age".
Then he took me upstairs and gave me this suit
(?) written all over his
face
He said, "Others may come and others may go,
but that suit will be around
wherever you're goin'"
Three button hand me down
three button hand me down
Hold
on a minute
Now I had my fair share of neat women,
but they came between me and my
suit.
That was a filly from Boston, a barmaid from Houston,
not forgetting the one in
Detroit.
They said, "We like you boy and we think you're sweet,
But can't you lose your
suit?"
I said, "Nononono, you can't do that to me"
I remember what my father
said:
He said, "Others may come and others may go,
but that suit will be around
wherever you're goin'"
Three button hand me down, ha ha,
three button hand me
down
I've never been a tidy dresser
and the fold in my trousers it ain't
straight.
Still I know a good cloth when I see one.
That's why I'm clad in this gray
flannel suit.
Sometimes I wonder if I should visit a tailor
and get myself a smooth
outfit.
Then I remember what my father said to me.
I make it from the open road, you all
know this
He said, "Others may come and others may go,
but that suit will be around
wherever you go"
Three button hand me down,
three button hand me down, ha ha |
