Proper

Suits,
suit,
suits.

Donkey jackets,
suit,
people that are into asses.

Monkey boots should be worn by primates.
Not skint mods.

Thou shall not take thy name in vain.
Don't do Jesus creepers. 
They're no use in deep shit.

The tonic two piece,
ain't a mixer for the gin elite.
It's a battle ska'd uniform,
for working class lads with a few spare bob.

Our flighty's were never going to see action.
Or economy class to a costa del,
to have a jar with Ronnie.

Some of us wore hearts on our sleeves.
That never went down well neither.

Not for a proper geezer.