There was this fine guy walkin' up to me Tellin' me about the car his driving It was just braggin' That ain't hard to see To me he seemed a bit meretricious I just refuse To pick up a guy like you Shut up, baby! I know there's something better For me to do Shut up baby and go home You've got no style – baby bye Can't even promise a maybe You've got no style – baby bye Get back to where you belonged You've got no style you've got no style You flex your muscles
hope that I get weak I must admit you know how to harden When you blow kisses I just turn the cheek Late at night you're turnin' Soft as icecream I just refuse To pick up a guy like you Shut up, baby! I know there's something better For me to do Shut up baby and go home You've got no style – baby bye Can't even promise a maybe You've got no style – baby bye Get back to where you belonged You've got no style you've got no style