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 offence
Those Floridas, Bavarias, and Kents
Make gentlemen wear shorts but don’t make gents
So convertibles 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 convertibles 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 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
So convertibles 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