| I was made in England out of Cadillac muscle
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| I had a quit-me father, had a love-me mother
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| I had Little Richard and that black piano
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| Oh, that sweet Georgia Peach and the boy from Tupelo
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| Oh, I was made in England
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| Oh, I was made in England
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| I was made in England out of Cadillac muscle
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| Face down on a playground crying, God, send me a brother
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| Not a bloody nose for Rock and Roll
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| Give me that sweet Georgia Peach and the boy from Tupelo
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| Oh, I was made in England
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| Oh, I was made in England, yeah!
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| I was made in England like a blue Cortina
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| But a Yankee summer had a way about her
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| You had a scent for scandal, well, here’s my middle finger
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| I had forty years of pain and nothing to cling to
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| Oh, I was made in England
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| Oh, I was made in England
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| If you’re made in England, you’re built to last
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| You can still say 'homo' and everybody laughs
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| But the joke’s on you, you never read the song
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| They all think they know but they all got it wrong
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| Oh, I was made in England
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| Oh, I was made in England (sing it!)
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| Oh, I was made in England
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| Oh, I was made in England, yeah!
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| I was made in
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| England!
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| I was made in
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| England!
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| I was made in
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| England! |
| Yeah, yeah!
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| Yeah, oh
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| Oh
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| I was made in England
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| Whoa, rock on, boy, yeah
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| Hey |