For He's a Jolly Good Fellow.
For He's a jolly good fellow,For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow....And nobody can deny.
When the lies surfaced from within the grins turned to frowns...
For years this man's peers were played as clowns
Known by many as a respectable individual with a sucessful creed
Helping those in need...overcomed by the glum of greed
An evil seed planted by the parents of a shifty life
His faher was a hardworking man who settled for a depedalled, filthy wife
In Spite....
Of his extensive securities and unshakable success, and even godly provision
But at first taste of the nightlife-He cast aside his religion
Diligant man turned to a pillaging handler of a pan
Lost all traces of his plan..Drunken night's, failing to stand
The things he acquirred were grand
Women of any stature...and money beyond comprehension
Even opened a store..
Lost in the sign on the door..What a neon contradiction..
Met a lady and they married, what a life did he lead, Exposing diamonds from the mud
Then his money fizzled out, and his debts were payed with blood
After he lost his life his wife gave birth to a son..
Rich in heritage, but his state of emergency was second to none
After a bit the mother died, Fried by a life of poor choices
She left this world, a tarnished pearl in the essence of few voices
The son was advancing in life...Rebuilding his fathers failures
Re-opened the store...All the neccesities and more for sailors
Currency and respect began to rise, a renowned member of society
Highly likely the biggest contributor to the community, Soon to be the essence of notoriety
On the outside was a man....Happy and indiscreet
But internally an inferno was burning...suffering from defeat
He began to lose his money, in the fashion of his father
He could've earned it back, but the wary man didn't bother..
Even without money he still "Seemed" to be a normal man
But what seemed to be was actually a Seamlessly abnormal plan
worked like a slave to gain this state of recognition
But over the years tears shifted gears in the expedition...
He tried to keep his image but it slowly slipped
with every sip, and every liqour bottle that he tipped
And every women that he invited in and then gave them a "Gift"
Lost in the ways of a destiny in which he was on the losing team
But you know in this world even fool's can dream
He finally lost it one day and told a certain man....
"That you all were Mistaken, for you know not who I am."
For He's a jolly good fellow,For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow....And nobody can deny.
