(Verse 1) Hark! Gather ye, who lacketh taste and grace, In Jelfonzo’s realm, where fashion finds its place, Thy garments crude, thy raiment flawed, Here, in Ye Olde Cloth Shoppe, be ye awed. (Chorus) Confident and proud, with noble intent, Jelfonzo reigns, where cloth is well spent, Threads and textures, woven with care, In every stitch, his art doth declare. (Verse 2) O noble son of Jelonzo, thy pride doth swell, In fashion’s court, where thou dost excel, Yet beneath thy pride, a heart so true, For thy father’s legacy, thou dost pursue. (Bridge) With words so grand, in dialect fine, Jelfonzo speaketh, where fabrics entwine, Rebel in style, yet pure in heart, His pride doth shine in every part. (Chorus) Confident and proud, with noble intent, Jelfonzo reigns, where cloth is well spent, Threads and textures, woven with care, In every stitch, his art doth declare. (Outro) In fashion’s realm, his legacy bright, Jelfonzo’s spirit, a guiding light, Each garment speaks of his craft so keen, In Ye Olde Cloth Shoppe, his soul is seen.
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