Motörhead
"No Class"

Shut up, you talk too loud,
You donґt fit in with the crowd,
I canґt believe you exist,
Iґve crossed you right off my list,
Too much, too soon, youґre way out of tune,
No Class

Way out, youґre way out of line,
No buddy I canґt spare a dime,
Fade out, baby thatґs right,
No bark and even less bite,
Your perfect smile, betrays your lack of style,
No Class

Too late, you canґt catch up now,
You face the wrong way anyhow,
I know you ainґt got the brain,
To come in out of the rain,
Too bad, no magic, Iґm afraid youґre really tragic,
No Class