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