Ian Anderson - Made in England lyrics

Somewhere in a town in england 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 sk**s 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.