Lord Diamonds - C.H.A.P.S. lyrics

"There, that, I believe, does it." "Well I'm only trying to help!" "Huh huh, I wonder." "Perfect fit sire. Most becoming. You look regal, dignified, sincere, masterful, noble, chivalorous -" "Ah, ah: don't overdo it" (Verse 1) Coulda had a polo, son How come these trousers' bu*tons keep coming undone? Low quality, line designed, department store issued Boxed and wrapped in tissue If you happen to buy a pair A debonair choice if you want a Rolls Royce But all you can afford to use are cords? You'll be so ignored But that's why Ralph made a clothing line just for you the average man (Chorus) Since you know we're never going to rent that Though they're never, ever, ever gonna get that Would an o.g. hate it if we bit that Told me if a girl won't admit that Ask an old hand, "mother did you knit that Coz we're never, ever, ever gonna fit that? Our friends won't allow us to permit that Rudder when we don't wear chaps" (Verse 2) That's right we hate those chaps Our own leap off the polo with those dealer fitted slacks Cut a cheaper fabric with some tracks on wax That's common people shopping at the store to the Max -imillian trophies and GRATs and plaques But never in my teeth so the perfect can relax Fit in this clothing even though i've eaten too many snacks That's far too many lamb racks Yes some'll rock the Perry Ellis dressed in corduroy We be shopping in the Metro Council on the smack a buoy I'm gonna get that sporting jacket swinging like a tennis racquet Probably oughtn't have it, but man I've got to have it We take it over stretched limousines to the bay Hip, hip, hooray we be popping Chardonnay Yes the fans pay for our company, combined with The gift vouchers discovered for today (Chorus) Since you know we're never going to rent that Though they're never, ever, ever gonna get that Would an O.G. hate it if we bit that Told me if a girl won't admit that Ask an old hand, "mother did you knit that Coz we're never, ever, ever gonna fit that? Our friends won't allow us to permit that Rudder when we don't wear chaps" (Verse 3) Different fashions out of wear Shall a nobleman compare? Is the quality the same? Au contraire But they give a subtle two a common air See our friends hate som when uploading ordinary things For the common-a** man who will never spread his wings As a member of the Knights Templar I just keep it debonair Only shop at the boutiques and a couple of bizarre bazaars So rich I threw Abercrombie in a ditch That bloody Fitch? Ha, he's a little b**h I sport Gant in the plates and cuff pants I'd rock Mark Soley but the game's far too elegant Like ella fie(?) my composition's formed in perfect keys Suspending Jesus, swiping credit cards and Gotti tees Colonies, please, I know you want to look like me, ha ha ha Timeless style I like my clothing made to measure The centreplate in my armour was a falcon pleasure So have your leather I still rock the spot without a doubt Exuding clout when I break it down I twist and shout Beauteous babes claim my dress so frivolous I disagree: for the nob this privileged My mission is education for the man Martiniques, Bon Marche, I'm the revisionist