Won't somebody let me out?

Don't want to stick around no more

Sick of looking at you strange

Sick of sticking to the floor

Not one of you has got an ounce of style in ya

Said not one of you, no

Well fuck it all and break your nose

If they keep on pushing you around

If they keep on stepping on your toes

And pick you up when you fall down

Not one of you has got an ounce of style in ya

Said not one of you, no

Not one of you has got an ounce of style in ya, no

Said not one of you, no