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
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