A homage to the city of Manchester, England
Words and music by Nigel Clothier
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We’ve a look, we’ve a sound
We’ve a hairstyle all of our own
Our Mondays are happy
Even our roses are stone
It’s a helluva buzz, cock
Judas down at free trade hall
Mad and electric
One step ahead of the fall
World domination made on a football pitch
We got everything we need excepting a beach
This ain’t no airport
With a city tacked on
But you don’t get no Lowry
When the scenery’s gone
Cotton on to this Mr Smith
Are you right or what?
Challenge a student
Put a coin in the slot
And a bomb was the best thing ever to hit our streets
Man we got everything we need excepting a beach
Didn’t surprise me when
I tuned in Channel M
Our second gob’s
Taking off our first one again
His brother’s on stage
Whippin’ up an anti-tax riot
We know that he’s paying his
By direct debit
But who cares if you don’t get to practise what you preach
We got everything we need excepting a beach
Who cares if you don’t get to practise the things that you preach
Man we got everything we need excepting a beach
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