Текст песни Dr. Feelgood - A Touch of Class
Dr. Feelgood - A Touch of Class слова песни
(mark hankins/chris bradford)Poor boy, up west, and the action wasnt going my wayRich girl, best dressed, lookin like she come out to playI stood back, you swept passed, I decided that Id give it a shotI stepped in, I moved fast, I thought Id give it everything that Id gotWe take tea at the ritz, I take you down to the docksYou can rely on me to lower the toneYou call me your bit of rough, I call you my bit of stuffYou aint brass, youre a touch of classI like a pint, you like your bubblesWe have a whip round when you order your drinkYoure in whos who, Im whose in troubleYoure upper class and Im the missing linkYou got a bun(? ) in your mouth and too much time on your handsI got an accent, you can cut with a knifeYour dads a bit of a snob but mines a terminal slobYou aint brass, youre a touch of classWe go dutch, it aint muchI knew a classy girl like you wouldnt mindA 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 farmI buy the sporting life to studying the oddsI got a feel for the streets, you got your country retreatYou aint brass, youre a touch of classYou aint brass, youre a touch of classYou aint brassHuh, youre a touch of class