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
