Won't somebody let me out?
Don't wanna stick around no more,
They're sick of looking at yer strange
They're sick if stickin' to the floor,

And not one of you's got an ounce of style in yer,
Said not one of you..

Fuck it all 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
Said not one of you...