A Touch Of Class Lyrics - Classic - 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