[Verse 1] He's got no class, he's got no charm No wit, no warmth, no cause for alarm No coolness, credibility, compassion or grace No subtlety, no humor, no soul on his face No humility, no honor — now don't that seem odd For a man who keeps telling us he was sent here by God [Chorus] No class, no class Just a fat white slug in a red tie and brass A Jabba the Hutt of American privilege No class, no class Just a Picasso of pettiness doing the damage No class at all [Verse 2] He punches down — every blow below the belt Kicks the voiceless, kicks the poor, kicks whoever he's felt Is too weak to fight back on a Tuesday in May Then among bigger bullies he just… slinks away He turns being artless into something like art His flaws have their own flaws — it goes on from the start [Chorus] No class, no class Just a fat white slug in a red tie and brass A Jabba the Hutt of American privilege No class, no class Just a Shakespeare of… something — let's just call it damage No class at all [Bridge] The British have a word for it They've had it since before we were born It's the thing that keeps a gentleman From kicking someone already torn He doesn't know that word exists He never learned it, never tried His idea of humor is a crass remark With a cruel little smirk on the side [Verse 3] Now stupid and nasty have always been around But rarely so stupid, or nasty so profound He makes Nixon look trustworthy, George W look smart If Frankenstein built one from human flaws — that's the part Where the lightning comes down and the monster sits up And they hand him the nuclear codes and a cup [Final Chorus] No class, no class Just a fat white slug in a red tie and brass A Jabba the Hutt of American privilege No class, no class Just a Shakespeare of shit doing fractal-flaw damage No class No class at all
