No Class
Lemmy, Eddie Clarke, Phil Taylor
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, no class
No class, no class