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