Lyric A Touch Of Class

(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