Verse 1 What does it mean to be cool? Is it making all the ladies swoon? Keeping your shirt pressed and clean? Chasing a dream on a gym machine? Dressed to the nines in threads that cost a fortune? Or looking prettier than the whole damn room? Chorus True cool is giving yourself away Being the shield, or the spear in the fray Nothing else counts at the end of the day Verse 2 What does it mean to be smart and cool? Is it playing the scholar, playing the fool? Cold rational logic, always finding the best move? A corner-office job in a high-rise groove? Keeping the upper hand, keeping the score? Making more cash than the guy next door? Chorus True cool is giving yourself away Being the hands and the feet when they lose their way Nothing else counts at the end of the day Guitar / Sax Solo Chorus True cool is giving yourself away Sure, a sleek look and a sharp display are fine, but It’s being the shield, or the spear in the fray Being the hands and the feet when they lose their way ’Cause nothing else is cool at the end of the day Outro Yeah, nothing else... A sharp suit and a little shine are all well and good, But true meaning is giving yourself away. Just blood, sweat, and taking the line. Nothing else counts... (Fade out with Rhodes piano and solo)
