[Verse 1]
Sittin' in a bar
There's this girl
She demands a smoke
"Hey, girl, you're a joke"

[Chorus]
And I say, "You have no class
You have no style
You have no respect for me"

[Verse 2]
Sippin' my whiskey
She saddles up
Utters flowin' out
Red lips burn my eyes

[Chorus]
And I say, "You have no class
You have no style
You get no respect from me"

[Verse 3]
There's a Navy boy
He's quiet in the corner
Clean-shaven, good cologne
It's him I'm takin' home
[Chorus]
'Cause I know he has some class
He has some style
He is the one to spend the night