Ian Anderson - Made In England lyrics

lay a babe with a curious smile.

He was of your father's children.

Born each side of a dry-stone mile.

He grew up through the schools and factories,

Brunel's tunnels and bridges bold.

Grey towers built high on that Kingdom

with apartments still unsold.

Somewhere in a town in England.

Could be Newcastle, Leeds or Birmingham.

And were you made in

England's green and pleasant land.

He accepts no unemployment

and is to indeterminate station bred.

Is possessed of skills and reason

Flies the flag upon his head.

Watches the democratic process

grind it's way through the Commons cold

Filled with fiery infiltrators

who would pave the streets with England's gold