No Style

There was this fine guy walkin' up to me tellin' me
About the car he's driving
It was just braggin'
That ain't hard to see
To me he seemed a bit meretricious

I just refuse
To pick up a guy like you
Shut up, baby!
I know there's something better
For me to do
Shut up baby and go home (away)

You've got no style! - baby bye
Can't even promise a maybe
You've got no style! - baby bye
Get back to where you belonged
You've got no style!
You've got no style!

You flex your muscles
Hope that I get weak
When you blow kisses
I just turn the cheek
Late at night you're turnin'
Soft as Ice - cream

I just refuse
To pick up a guy like you
Shut up, baby!
I know there's something better

For me to do
Shut up baby and go home (away)

You've got no style! - baby bye
Can't even promise a maybe
You've got no style! - baby bye
Get back to where you belonged
You've got no style!
You've got no style!

Listen up
Listen up
Listen up
Listen up

You've got no style! - baby bye
Can't even promise a maybe
You've got no style! - baby bye
Get back to where you belonged
You've got no style!
You've got no style!

You've got no style! - baby bye
Can't even promise a maybe
You've got no style! - baby bye
Get back to where you belonged
You've got no style!
You've got no style!

Baby bye!