You Gotta Have Class
(To the tune of 'You Gotta Have Heart', from Damn Yankees)
You gotta . . . have . . . . cl-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ssssss,
Or you fall flat on your a-a-a-a-a-a-a-sssss,
When they’re saying, ‘you are a fool’,
Must keep your cool,
And let it pass!
You gotta have poi-oi-oi-oi-oi-oi-oise,
This is not a game for b-oy-oy-oy-oys,
If they say that you’re just a clown,
Hold back that frown,
It’s only noise!
When you’re pollin’ close to nothin’,
Put your butt into fifth gear,
So your head is full of stuffin’,
You can always find a smear.
There’s nothing to it – but to do it –
You gotta have cl-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ssssss,
Miles and miles and miles of cl-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ssssss,
Oh, it’s fine to have two balls made of brass
But keep that old a$$
Before the cart!
First, you gotta have class!