Gentleman in a sophisticated suit of the most exquisite tastes and aesthetic
Fastidious from your hat to your leather shoes, refined with every thread and stitch
With your ravishing habiliments, one look might indicate your manners easily
Pleasant, confident, cavalier, polite, a proclaimed gentleman of this era, truly
But in the end, my dearest chap, it was never the suit that made the man
Because behind those pinstripes hid a supercilious, arrogant, ill-bred, useless scum
If you’re hideous to your very soul, then what use is the beauty of your garments so fine?
Because strip away your dashing suit, and what are you, but a disgusting creature lower than swine?