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