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