The Pinstripes Are All That They See

Frank, 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, yea

Every lawyer's bespoke to the nines, to a jury he's smart and refined
And they see one look the defendant's a crook or that justice is blind
What they see is the uniform
As he bargains a plea
They all cease and desist
So hard to resist
Pinstripes are all that they see

Both:
Yea we're gonna hit the high life
We've only just begun
We're gonna be together
Frank, sr. And son
Dine at the latin quarter
A night cap too short
Yea we're gonna be at ringside
Life will be better than before
For two kids in a man's candy store