Made In England

I was made in England out of Cadillac muscle

I had a quit-me father, had a love-me mother

I had Little Richard and that black piano

Oh that sweet Georgia Peach and the boy from Tupelo

Oh, I was made in England

Oh, I was made in England

I was made in England out of Cadillac muscle

Face down on a playground crying God send me a brother

Not a bloody nose for Rock and Roll

Give me that sweet Georgia Peach and the boy from Tupelo

I was made in England like a blue Cortina

But a Yankee summer had a way about her

You had a scent for scandal, well here's my middle finger

I had forty years of pain and nothing to cling to

If you're made in England, you're built to last

You can still say 'homo' and everybody laughs

But the joke's on you, you never read the song

They all think they know but they all got it wrong