Oh, now my trousers are complete
Oh, I can't even see my feet
Oh, they stick out in front of me
Bell-bottom flares I'm just a sev'nties refugee

I was such a skinny son
With my drainpipe trousers on
I could diffract light, so thin you couldn't see
But when I got them platform boots
They didn't go with skin-tight suits
Heap big footwear, you made a hippy out of me

Then I went and bought some flares
I got sixteen different pairs
But none of them were seriously wide
So with needle and some leather
I sewed 'em all together
And now what I got is ten feet side to side

Oh, now my trousers are complete
Oh, I can't even see my feet
Oh, how they stick out in front of me
Bell-bottom flares I'm just a sev'nties refugee, yeah
Bell-bottom flares I'm just a sev'nties refugee

Hey! listen you
Now my trousers they could hide
The US cavalry inside
Ain't no figure-hugging couture, no siree
For my trousers hide my boots
Like twin cotton parachutes
Heap big footwear, you made a hippy out of me

Oh, now my trousers are immense
Oh, bigger than my garden fence
Oh, no figure-hugging, no siree
Bell-bottom flares you made a hippy out of me, yeah
Bell-bottom flares you made a hippy out of me

Get on your flares and strut!
Oooh, yeah
Bell-bottom flares
Bell-bottom flares