Composer : Marc Shaiman/Scott Wittman
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 the uniform
Through the dirt and debris
Yeah, those ladies gave thanks
To us visiting Yanks
Cause the pinstripes are all they see
When a pilot walks onto a plane
All the passengers smile and relax
(Smile and relax)
Do they know he's still tight from
That party last night
Or the back to back jacks?
(Stewed to the max)
No! What they see is the uniform
How 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~
Every lawyer's be spoke to the nines
To a jury he's smart and refined
(smart and refined)
And they see one look
The defendent's a crook
But they're just as he's blind
(Watch the pinstripes)
What they see is a uniform
As he bargains a plead
They are seized and obsessed
So hard to resist
Pinpstripes are all that they see
Sing it with me!
Yeah 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
Yeah we're gonna be at ringside
Life will be better than before
For two kids in a man's candy store
