[Verse 1]
Won't somebody let me out?
Don't wanna stick around no more
I'm sick of lookin' at you strange
I'm sick of stickin' to the floor
[Chorus]
Not one of you has got an ounce of style in ya
Said, not one of you, got an ounce of style
[Verse 2]
Well, fuck it all and break your nose
They keep on pushin' you around
They keep on steppin' on your toes
And pick you up when you fall down
[Chorus]
Not one of you has got an ounce of style in ya
Said, not one of you, no
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 3]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Not one of you has got an ounce of style in ya
Said, not one of you, no
