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Lyrics for 'A Touch Of Class' by '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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