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
Fade out, baby, that's right
No bark and even less bite

Your perfect smile
Betrays your lack of style
No class, no class
Ah, 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 merely tragic
No class, baby, no class
No class, ah, no class

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Writer(s): Edward Alan Clarke, Ian Kilmister, Philip John Taylor