Manchester

From Northenden to Partington, it's rain

From Altincham 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 Florida, 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 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 it's lolly

And everyone looks so disappointed

So, so, sorry

Like the rain blew into town

Kidnapped the sun

And stole it's 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