[Intro]
Oh, my, goodness, Bradley listen to her talk?
She sounds so crude. Ugh! She sounds like,
one of those rap guys girlfriends.
But, ugh! y'know, who understands those rap guys? *ugh!
And the way they talk to her, is like...
She's a total prostitute, y
I mean, they talk, like they're pigs, ugh!
I just abhor the very sound, it's so,
Disrespectful.
Can't they learn to speak with.. CLASS!




[Sir Touch-of-Class]

I like big words of imposing size
You English lovers be apprised
I have an affinity for life's quintessential things
Reveling the joy they bring
Native tongue wants to be uncouth
But I'm cognitive of the truth
Reigning the declarative
Forsooth! With grand superlatives
Vocabulary's my affliction
I'm sick with diction
What some may call their melons
Are referring to their cerebellums
Ooh, love my epidermis
Excuse my loquaciousness
Effusive, musing
With an intellect amusing
Maybe just a smidgeon
I abhor your pidgin
You blurt, curt
Oh, please do desist before it hurts
Or I will intercede
Before my tympanums bleed
'Axe’ me that
You caterwauling cats
So, Brother's (yeah) Brothers! (yeah?)
Does your girlfriend have a brain? (Uh... Yeah?)
Well then go tap it! (tap it) Tap it! (Tap it)
Tap her lovely brain!
Get you some class!
Get you some class!

[Sound Bite of Fat Albert]

Man, you're like school in the summertime... No Class!



I'm always chiming in
Who needs a pseudonym
I should keep to myself, I'm waxing philESOPHICAL
Yeah, I get vocal
Do damage to your dome
And eh, challenge you, yeah, yeah
I'm not talkin' derrières
'Cause your mother isn't my kind of fare
You know that real men love Jesus
And love their wives to pieces
Life is often brutal
So take some time and canoodle
While observing Hip-Hop videos
I hear of troubles in the ghetto
You only make 'em double
Treating your women like crack ho's
A word to uncultured brother's, I don't mean to dis' you
But I must take issue
So I'll extrapolate and won't stop reproving you
Till I break it off
Like Rachmaninoff
A lot of pimps are apt to scoff
'Cause them brutes like their money and honeys
Make them dummies pay to play
'Cause their dogs, what's up dawg?
Put that in your ever loving dialogue
Hey Sister's {yeah?} Sister's {yeah?}
Do you want to roll inside my Bentley {yeah!}
Then watch your mouth! on the town
Only frat girls dumb it down
Get you some class
Get you some class!



Hey people... When your talking to someone, you're conversing, not conversating.




Heard your vocab is laconic, are you still stuck on ebonics
Your chronic maybe the reason you sound so embryonic
It's moronic, don't want none
And I'm not funnin
You can do much better than this
Like learn some more 'English'
You rappers want to act like hoodlums
Just so you can sell more albums
And that is no balderdash
Tell me, can you feel the culture clash
Your Grammy says your phat
Well what is up with that?
I know times are hard and your rhymes descriptive
But what's your prime directive
Like a pivotal scene while watching Star Trek
Not a clip from Shrek
Improve your English, sound distinguished
Not the same old kettle of fish
That causes so much anguish
You get class when you speak with respect
Not from being materialistic
That is my admonishment
Now what are your goin to represent?
Do share your iconoclastic thoughts
With a fresh répertoire
Get you some class!
Get you some class!


( people will be tickled when you speak with class) 4x