A Touch Of Class - Dr. Feelgood

Poor boy, up west, and the action wasnt going my way

Rich girl, best dressed, lookin like she come out to play

I stood back, you swept passed, I decided that Id give it a shot

I stepped in, I moved fast, I thought Id give it everything that Id got

We take tea at the ritz, I take you down to the docks

You can rely on me to lower the tone

You call me your bit of rough, I call you my bit of stuff

You aint brass, youre a touch of class

I like a pint, you like your bubbles

We have a whip round when you order your drink

Youre in whos who, Im whose in trouble

Youre upper class and Im the missing link

You got a bun (?) in your mouth and too much time on your hands

I got an accent, you can cut with a knife

Your dads a bit of a snob but mines a terminal slob

You aint brass, youre a touch of class

We go dutch, it aint much

I knew a classy girl like you wouldnt mind

A bit rough, a bit tough, a bit of low life knocks that perfect punch

— guitar solo —

You got a race horse at home, you keep him down on the farm

I buy the sporting life to studying the odds

I got a feel for the streets, you got your country retreat

You aint brass, youre a touch of class

You aint brass, youre a touch of class

You aint brass

Huh, youre a touch of class