Lyrics A Touch of Class - Dr. Feelgood
(Mark
hankins/chris
bradford)
Poor
boy,
up
west,
and
the
action
wasn't
going
my
way
Rich
girl,
best
dressed,
lookin'
like
she
come
out
to
play
I
stood
back,
you
swept
passed,
I
decided
that
I'd
give
it
a
shot
I
stepped
in,
I
moved
fast,
I
thought
I'd
give
it
everything
that
I'd
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
ain't
brass,
you're
a
touch
of
class
I
like
a
pint,
you
like
your
bubbles
We
have
a
whip
round
when
you
order
your
drink
You're
in
who's
who,
I'm
whose
in
trouble
You're
upper
class
and
I'm
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
dad's
a
bit
of
a
snob
but
mine's
a
terminal
slob
You
ain't
brass,
you're
a
touch
of
class
We
go
dutch,
it
ain't
much
I
knew
a
classy
girl
like
you
wouldn't
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
ain't
brass,
you're
a
touch
of
class
You
ain't
brass,
you're
a
touch
of
class
You
ain't
brass
Huh,
you're
a
touch
of
class
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