Real Class

I wrote this Christmas, 1993. It is spoken like a conservative rap piece. Motions help but then I really embarass my children.

"It's not the clothes you wear
~ not your nose in the air
That's not class.
It's not the car you drive
It's not the way you arrive
That's not class.
It's not where you go to dine
~ not a house so fine
That's not class.
Can you hire and fire?
Got diploma's to admire?
That's not class.

That's not class
Oh, no, no, no, no
That's not class.
That's not class
Oh, no, no, no, no
That's not class.

It's bein' loving and kind
Bein' thoughtful of mind
It's sayin' thank-you and please
It's doin' right when no one sees
It's The Golden Rule
It's watchin' out for a soul
It's a friendly smile
It's goin' the extra mile

That's real class, baby~ baby
That's real class.
That's real class, baby~ baby,
That's real class.

So don't you fear my dear
If it doesn't a-p-pear
That you got what it takes
'Cause for goodness sakes
It's not the glitter on the outside
But the gold you're made of inside
That's real class, baby ~baby
That's real class.
That's real class, sugar~ sugar,
That's real class.
Yeah.