Ain’t Made to Measure

First up is Mr. Powell, he’s always on the prowl
We don’t do made to measure
Comes the friendly growl
Tucked away on Marshall, always looks his best
His workshop is a castle for the sartorially obsessed

Tie bars, collar pins
Watch chains, cufflinks
Knitted ties and clobber make you slobber to behold
It’s not a joke to do bespoke, to make a gent of every bloke
It’s a way of life they’ve chosen and it’s true if you’ve been told…

They walk in style on the golden mile
They talk in style on the golden mile
Their cuts are slick and wild at your service with a smile
For your pleasure, textile treasure, it ain’t made to measure
On The Golden Mile.

Next up Mr Candilio, Rafaelle to those who know
D’ya know he took this shirt in while I waited? What a pro
Next door from Mr Newell, now he’s another Jewel
Cutting with the precision of a surgeon is his rule.

Alteration elation, material temptation
Fabric creations, ridiculous, sublime
Their legend is certain, so raise up the curtain
This season there’s conclusive proof that they’re all in their prime

They walk in style on the golden mile
They talk in style on the golden mile
Their cuts are slick and wild at your service with a smile
For your pleasure, textile treasure, it ain’t made to measure
On The Golden Mile.
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Some of them are born to it. Mr Pearse is one I know
Each of them, a moving shaker
Not forgetting Nino’s and those who began on Saville Row
Like rocking Sir Tom Baker