No Class - Motörhead

Shut up, you talk too loud

You don’t fit in with the crowd

I can’t believe you exist

I’ve crossed you right off my list

Too much, too soon

You’re way out of tune

No class, no class

Way out, you’re way out of line

No buddy, I can’t spare a dime

Fake out, baby, that’s right

No bark and even less bite

Your perfect smile

Betrays your lack of style

No class, no class

No class, no class

No class

Too late, you can’t catch up now

You face the wrong way anyhow

I know you ain’t got the brain

To come in out of the rain

Too bad, no magic

I’m afraid you’re really tragic

No class, baby, no class

No class, no class