Texty: Motorhead. No Class.

[I. Kilmister, E. Clarke, P. Taylor]
[Motor Music Ltd.]

Shut up you talk too loud
You don't fit in with the crowd
I can't believe you exist
I crossed you right off my list
Too much too soon
Way out of tune

[CHORUS:]
No Class *5
Ah baby No class
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

[CHORUS]

Too late ya 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

[CHORUS]