No Class de Motörhead

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

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

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