No Class [Live at Brixton Academy]

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