Faded Jeans (G. Kooymans/B. Hay) 1976 Contraband

Eatin’ TV dinner with the radio on, made me cough up this kinda song
There’s a guy singin’ “I’d die for you”, hell it sounds like he means business too
Here’s me thinkin’ all through the meal, thank you for bein’ so real and givin’ me chills

You’re the prettiest girl in the world, it’s the best joke I ever heard
Young forever, never never grow old together

Gotta put it on your blinkers for a cakewalk in the sun
Like a mission impossible, like Atilla the Hun
Tomorrow’s got me hidin’ away, yesterday’s got me on the run

And my jeans keep fadin’, fadin’
And my jeans keep fadin’, fadin’
And my jeans keep fadin’

Don’t know where these guys do come from, they say they’ll kill and die for someone
It’s a fluke people that makes me puke and I can’t believe this is the truth
Here’s me tryin’ to make up my mind, one says love is hard to find, two says that it’s blind

You’re the prettiest girl in the world, it’s the best joke I ever heard
Young forever, never never grow old together

Gotta put it on your blinkers for a cakewalk in the sun
Like a mission impossible, like Atilla the Hun
Tomorrow’s got me hidin’ away, yesterday’s got me on the run

And my jeans keep fadin’, fadin’
And my jeans keep fadin’, fadin’
And my jeans keep fadin’

We’re go out to yourself past, get yourself a pair of new blue jeans
Into the washin’ machine, six times bleach bleach bleach
Mama’s going crazy, see what you do these pairs are brand new, I’ll say send it with

That’s my jeans, keep fadin’, fadin’
And my jeans keep fadin’