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