Wearin' old t-shirts and grubby jeans   People say I look kinda odd   Well, I'm never accepted in the social set   'cause they say that I'm a clod      But once in a while, I go to my closet   And I put on something mod   And when I step out in my leisure suit   People stand up and applaud      Leisure suit serenade   Slip one on and you got it made   You better hope and pray that the colors don't fade   That's the leisure suit serenade      Now, it don't matter if the collar's bent   If it's got nylon twenty percent   Now I'm as cool as the asb president   Leisure suit serenade      Leisure suit serenade   Slip one on and you got it made   You better hope and pray that the colors don't fade   That's the leisure suit serenade, oh yeah   That's the leisure suit serenade