Manchester
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π ID: 12693774
π Lyrics
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 Γ’wish they never cameΓ’
And whilst that 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 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
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
And everyone looks so disappointed, so, so sorry
Like the rain blew into town, kidnapped the sun
And stole its brolly
From Altrincham to Chadderton it's rain
From Moss Side to Swinton hardly Spain
It's a picture postcard of Γ’wish they never cameΓ’
And whilst that 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 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
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
And everyone looks so disappointed, so, so sorry
Like the rain blew into town, kidnapped the sun
And stole its brolly
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:13.75] From Northenden to Partington it's rain
[00:20.27] From Altrincham to Chadderton it's rain
[00:26.48] From Moss Side to Swinton hardly Spain
[00:32.99] It's a picture postcard of Γ’wish they never cameΓ’
[00:39.29] And whilst that deckchair in the garden it makes no sense
[00:45.32] It doesn't spoil the view or cause offence
[00:51.62] Those Floridas, Bavarias and Kents
[00:57.68] Make gentlemen wear shorts but don't make gents
[01:03.38] So convertible stay garage-bound
[01:07.31] Save after-sun for later
[01:10.21] If rain makes Britain great
[01:12.86] Then Manchester is greater
[01:16.34] As you dry your clothes once again
[01:19.27] Upon the radiator
[01:22.93] What makes Britain great
[01:25.86] Makes Manchester yet greater
[01:41.35] From Cheetham Hill to Wythenshawe it's rain
[01:48.08] Gorton, Salford, Sale pretty much the same
[01:54.08] As I'm caught up without my jacket once again
[02:00.07] The raindrops on my face play a sweet refrain
[02:06.78] And as winter turns reluctantly to spring
[02:13.06] For the clouds above the city there's one last fling
[02:19.02] Swallows build their nests, chaffinch sing
[02:25.61] And the sun strolls into town like long lost king
[02:56.95] And the mood of this whole sudden place is melancholy
[03:03.14] Like the sun came out to play, shone through the clouds
[03:08.88] But dropped its lolly
[03:09.56] And everyone looks so disappointed, so, so sorry
[03:12.89] Like the rain blew into town, kidnapped the sun
[03:20.22] And stole its brolly
[03:21.89]
[00:20.27] From Altrincham to Chadderton it's rain
[00:26.48] From Moss Side to Swinton hardly Spain
[00:32.99] It's a picture postcard of Γ’wish they never cameΓ’
[00:39.29] And whilst that deckchair in the garden it makes no sense
[00:45.32] It doesn't spoil the view or cause offence
[00:51.62] Those Floridas, Bavarias and Kents
[00:57.68] Make gentlemen wear shorts but don't make gents
[01:03.38] So convertible stay garage-bound
[01:07.31] Save after-sun for later
[01:10.21] If rain makes Britain great
[01:12.86] Then Manchester is greater
[01:16.34] As you dry your clothes once again
[01:19.27] Upon the radiator
[01:22.93] What makes Britain great
[01:25.86] Makes Manchester yet greater
[01:41.35] From Cheetham Hill to Wythenshawe it's rain
[01:48.08] Gorton, Salford, Sale pretty much the same
[01:54.08] As I'm caught up without my jacket once again
[02:00.07] The raindrops on my face play a sweet refrain
[02:06.78] And as winter turns reluctantly to spring
[02:13.06] For the clouds above the city there's one last fling
[02:19.02] Swallows build their nests, chaffinch sing
[02:25.61] And the sun strolls into town like long lost king
[02:56.95] And the mood of this whole sudden place is melancholy
[03:03.14] Like the sun came out to play, shone through the clouds
[03:08.88] But dropped its lolly
[03:09.56] And everyone looks so disappointed, so, so sorry
[03:12.89] Like the rain blew into town, kidnapped the sun
[03:20.22] And stole its brolly
[03:21.89]