Won't somebody let me out!
Don't wanna stick around no more
I'm sick of looking at you strange
I'm sick of stickin' to the floor

Not one of you has got an ounce of style in ya
Said no one of you
No!

Well fuck it all and break your nose
If they keep on pushing you around
If they keep on stepping on your toes
And pick you up when you fall down

Not one of you's got an ounce of style in ya
Said not one of you
Oh, no

Not one of you's got an ounce of style in ya no
Said no one of you
No