SECONDHAND FABULOUS

Songtext

[Verse 1] Found it hanging in the corner Between a coat and faded jeans Golden buttons, velvet collar Like it walked out of a magazine The lady said, “It’s been here forever” I said, “Honey, not anymore” Twenty dollars and a little imagination And I was heading for the door [Pre-Chorus] I wonder where you’ve been I wonder what you’ve seen Who wore you first And who she used to be [Chorus] Secondhand fabulous Somebody loved it before Secondhand fabulous Now watch me walk through that door You don’t need diamonds You don’t need new Sometimes a little history Looks better on you Secondhand fabulous Baby, that’s what I call style [Verse 2] Maybe you danced in ’79 Under a silver mirror ball Maybe you left somebody waiting While you were having it all Maybe you heard a big confession Maybe you survived goodbye Maybe you spent thirty years in somebody’s closet Just waiting for another Friday night [Pre-Chorus] Whatever you have seen Whatever you have been Tonight you get Another memory [Chorus] Secondhand fabulous Somebody loved it before Secondhand fabulous Now watch me walk through that door You don’t need diamonds You don’t need new Sometimes a little history Looks better on you Secondhand fabulous Baby, that’s what I call style [Funk Breakdown — 8–12 seconds] Drums strip back to a tight groove while the electric bass plays a punchy syncopated riff. Funk rhythm guitar and clavinet trade short rhythmic phrases. Female vocal adds brief playful ad-libs — “uh!”, “come on!” — without singing a new verse. Horns enter with sharp stabs and drive directly into the bridge. [Bridge] New isn’t always better Perfect never had much soul Give me something with a story Give me something rock and roll A little worn around the edges A little mystery inside If somebody had a good time in it once... I’m giving it another life [Final Chorus] Secondhand fabulous Somebody loved it before Secondhand fabulous Here I come through that door I don’t need diamonds I don’t need new Give me a little history And something I can move to Secondhand fabulous A little old, a little wild Secondhand fabulous Baby, that’s what I call style [Outro] Twenty dollars... Golden buttons... One more story for the night. Secondhand fabulous.