No Class Live at Whitla Hall Belfast 23rd December 1981 by Motrhead Lyrics

[Intro]
This one is dedicated to you lot
And I hope you stay this way, it's called "No Class"

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
Too much, too soon
You're way out of tune
No class, no class

[Verse 2]
Too late, 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
[Chorus]
Your perfect smile
Betrays your lack of style
No class, no class
Baby, no class, no class

[Verse 3]
Too late, you can't stop me now
You face the wrong way anyhow
I know you ain't got the brain
To come in out of the rain

[Chorus]
Too bad, no magic
I'm afraid you're really tragic
No class, baby, no class
No class, no class

[Outro]
Close enough