He's got a hundred-dollar haircut A knockoff Les Paul guitar Sporting boots and jeans, he bought distressed A country-western star Nobody auto-tuned "Rainbow Stew" or "He Stopped Loving Her Today" 'Cause you can or you can't, you are or you ain't The real thing And all these shooters saying they're soldiers Playing on people's fears Like life's some kind of game for fame and tattoo tears You're terrorists and gangsters, and you'll have hell to pay The day you get to meet the real thing Will the real thing please stand up? The goin' done gone and gotten tough Our short supply is drying up Of the real thing, the real thing It don't brag and it don't bluff Won't give in and don't give up 'Cause you can or you can't, you are or you ain't The real thing The real thing Yeah, my grandpa is ninety-six And tough as Tarzan's feet He grew up behind a plow And faced hell on Omaha Beach He talks about Joltin' Joe and Marciano Like it was yesterday But you outta see his eyes light up When he talks about the woman he's loved for seventy years When he says, "Son, that she's the real thing" Oh, will the real thing please stand up? The goin' done gone and gotten tough Our short supply is drying up Of the real thing, the real thing It don't brag and it don't bluff Won't give in and don't give up 'Cause you can or you can't, you are or you ain't Baby, we can or we can't, we are or we ain't The real thing Are we the real thing? I need the real thing The real thing
