[FRANK ABAGNALE, SR.]
When your mother walked into that dance hall in Montrichard what did she see?
Through the haze of champagne did she notice my brain or my college degree?
Kid, what she saw was a uniform
Through the dirt and debris
Yes those ladies gave thanks
To us visiting Yanks
Cause pinstripes are all they see
When a pilot walks onto a plane all the passengers smile and relax
Do they know he's still tight from that party last night or the back to back jacks?
Now what they see is a uniform
How it fits, it fits to a tee
Like that visiting team
That the Yankees will cream
Pinstripes are all that they see
If you wanna be a someone
You can't look like a bum
A book's judged by its cover
That's the first rule of thumb
I wanna see ya take off
Straight to the top floor
Start dressing to impress 'em
Son, you'll stroll in the front door
A kid in a man's candy store, yeah
When your mother walked into that dance hall in Montrichard what did she see?
Through the haze of champagne did she notice my brain or my college degree?
Kid, what she saw was a uniform
Through the dirt and debris
Yes those ladies gave thanks
To us visiting Yanks
Cause pinstripes are all they see
When a pilot walks onto a plane all the passengers smile and relax
Do they know he's still tight from that party last night or the back to back jacks?
Now what they see is a uniform
How it fits, it fits to a tee
Like that visiting team
That the Yankees will cream
Pinstripes are all that they see
If you wanna be a someone
You can't look like a bum
A book's judged by its cover
That's the first rule of thumb
I wanna see ya take off
Straight to the top floor
Start dressing to impress 'em
Son, you'll stroll in the front door
A kid in a man's candy store, yeah
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