I saw her turn her head in a drop dead gaze
She was peaking out over the top of those wire-rimmed shades
No, it wasn't my charm and it wasn't my grin
That had that little secretary dive right in
She wasn't looking at me, man, she was looking at my feet

It's these twenty-two hundred and twenty-five dollar
Pair of hand made genuine fine
Hornback kicks with a seven row stitch
And a three dollar sidewalk shine
Yeah, they're made to fit and they're hard to find
Make a pretty woman look down every time
I got the baddest boots on the boulevard
Yeah, the baddest boots on the boulevard

They were made by a little man down in El Paso
I was passing through town singing at the rodeo
He said they cost a little more but for what it's worth
There ain't another pair like them on God's green earth
And I handed him my money and he sized me up

It's these twenty-two hundred and twenty-five dollar
Pair of hand made genuine fine
Hornback kicks with a seven row stitch
And a three dollar sidewalk shine
Yeah, they're made to fit and they're hard to find
Make a pretty woman look down every time
I got the baddest boots on the boulevard
Yeah, the baddest boots on the boulevard

They make a man proud walking through a crowd
Whoa, nothing else can stand beside them
When I pull them on I start singing a song
Make me wanna tuck my britches' legs inside them
(Now let's take a stroll)

It's these twenty-two hundred and twenty-five dollar
Pair of hand made genuine fine
Hornback kicks with a seven row stitch
And a three dollar sidewalk shine
Yeah, they're made to fit and they're hard to find
Make a pretty woman look down every time
Yeah, the baddest boots on the boulevard
I got the baddest boots on the boulevard