| 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 | |
| Fade out, baby that's right | |
| No bark and even less bite | |
| Your perfect smile | |
| Betrays your lack of style | |
| No class, no class | |
| Ah, no class, no class, ah | |
| 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 merely tragic | |
| No class, baby, no class | |
| No class, ah, no class |