Won´t somebody let me out!
Don´t wanna stick around no more
I said they´re looking at yer strange
I said yer stickin´ to the floor

Not one of you´s got an ounce of style in yer
So now one of you´s gonna have to stop!

Fucking hell I´ll break your nose
If they keep on pushing you around
Keep on steeping on your toes
I´ll pick you up when you fall down

Not one of you´s got an ounce of style in yer
Said not one of you, no

Not one of you´s got an ounce of style in yer
So now one of you´s gonna have to stop!

Ah ah, ah ah, oh!
Ah ah, ah ah, oh
Yea, yea, yea!

Not one of you´s got an ounce of style in yer
Said not one of you, no