You al'right; how's it goin' man?
Yeah, fine, fine
Fine, fine!

Gloomy Manchester, always rainin'
Full of chippy, max entertainment
Groovy Manchester, June split the atom
O-1-6-1, England's Seattle

And I know I should have written it down
The Southern Comfort, I've forgotten you somehow

Last night this girl in my bed
I was telling her what I said
When all I had was potential
And a head-full of dreadful
With a bag full of silly
Walking through Picadilly
And I well anyway, anyway

Who knew worstly would do so much to hurt me
Parts of Manchester make me feel dirty
Hacienda, on a gay night
Dropping little fellas, to make me feel right

And I think about you now and then
When I'm talking towns to my friend

Last night this girl in my bed
I was telling her what I said
When all I had was potential
And a head-full of dreadful
With a bag full of silly
Walking through Picadilly
And I well anyway, anyway

We all made out in places
And I've been to a few
What I need now is an aerial view
'Cause I can see for myself
That I can`t see for myself
But oh anyway anyway

Now I´d like to go to Manchester
To my surprise
Ain`t 500 M6
Then just close my eyes
Close my eyes
Close my eyes
Close my eyes

Last night this girl in my bed
I was telling her what I said
When all I had was potential
And a head-full of dreadful
With a bag full of silly
Walking through Picadilly
And I well anyway, anyway

Oh, oh, oh
Uh-oh, Uh-oh