Manchester

From Northenden to Partington, it?s rain

From Altrincham to Chadderton, it?s rain

From Moss Side to Swinton, hardly Spain

It?s a picture postcard of 'Wish they never came'

And whilst that deckchair in the garden it makes no sense

It doesn?t spoil the view or cause offense

Those Floridas, Bavarias and Kents

Make gentlemen wear shorts but don?t make gents

So convertible stay garage bound

Save after sun 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 Wythenshawe, it?s rain

Gorton, Salford, Sale, pretty much the same

As I?m caught up without my jacket once again

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, chaffinch sing

And the sun strolls into town like long lost king

So convertible stay garage bound

Save after sun 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

And the mood of this whole sodden place is melancholy

Like the sun came out to play, shone through the clouds

But dropped its lolly

And everyone looks so disappointed, so, so sorry

Like the rain blew into town, kidnapped the sun

And stole its brolly

So convertible stay garage bound

Save after sun 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