You Have No Class

Sittin' in a bar

There's this girl

She demands a smoke

"Hey, girl, you're a joke"

And I say, "You have no class

You have no style

You have no respect for me"

Sippin' my whiskey

She saddles up

Utters flowin' out

Red lips burn my eyes

And I say, "You have no class

You have no style

You get no respect from me"

There's a Navy boy

He's quiet in the corner

Clean-shaven, good cologne

It's him I'm takin' home

'Cause I know he has some class

He has some style

He is the one to spend the night