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