[Verse 1]
Won't somebody let me out?
Don't want to 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, no

[Verse 2]
Well, fuck it all and break your nose
If they keep on pushin' you around
If 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]

[Chorus]
Not one of you has got an ounce of style in ya, no
Said, not one of you, no