Arctic Monkeys

Wont somebody let me out!
Dont wanna stick around no more
I said theyre looking at yer strange
I said yer stickin to the floor
Not one of yous got an ounce of style in yer
So now one of yous gonna have to stop!
Fucking hell Ill break your nose
If they keep on pushing you around
Keep on steeping on your toes
Ill pick you up when you fall down
Not one of yous got an ounce of style in yer
Said not one of you, no
Not one of yous got an ounce of style in yer
So now one of yous gonna have to stop!
Ah ah, ah ah, oh!
Ah ah, ah ah, oh
Yea, yea, yea!
Not one of yous got an ounce of style in yer
Said not one of you, no
[ Stickin To The Floor Lyrics ]