The Pennine Splitter

Eventually you vanish up your own backside
But with formidable ease
I seem to pass that by...

I'm stood on my doorstep
The moon's full on
The roofs are wet
I shin up a drainpipe
The Pennines are in range

I slip back down
To my life in this town
My god, I'll end up breeding whippets!

I shin up a drainpipe
The Pennines are in range
I consider it memorable
How easy I'll be forgotten...

I am a mere Mancunian of no fixed abilities
But I'd turn on a sixpence to be led astray...

My only claim to fame
Is I can spit with an exquisite aim
And once I stood on the end of a pier and thought,
Well eventually...
You just vanish up your own backside...

I shin up a drainpipe
The Pennines are in range
I consider it memorable
How easy I'll be forgotten...