Manchester
The Beautiful South
,
From Northenden to Partington its ra-a-ain
From Altrincham to Chadderton its rain
,
From Moss Side to Swinton hardly Sp-a-ain
It’s a picture postcard of wish they never came.
And whilst the deckchair in the garden it makes no sense,
It doesn’t spoil the view or cause offence.
Those Floridas, Bavarias and Kents,
Make gentlemen wear shorts, but don’t make gents.
So convertible stay garage bound,
Save aftersun for later,
If rain makes Britain great
Then Manchester is greater
As you dry your clothes once again upon the radiator,
What makes Britain great
Makes Manchester yet greater.
,
From Cheetham Hill to Wythenshaw its ra-a-aing,
Gorton, Salford,Sale pretty much the same.
,
As I’m caught without my jacket once aga-a-ain
The raindrops on my face play a sweet refrain.
And as Winter turns reluctantly to Spring,
For the clouds above the city there’s one last fling.
Swallows build their nests, chaffinches sing
And the sun strolls into the town like a long lost king!
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And the mood of this whole sudden place is melancholy,
Like the sun came out to play, shone through the clouds but
dropped its lolly.
Everyone looks so disappointed so,so, sorry
Like the rain blew into town, kidnapped the sun and stole its
brolly.