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  • 作曲 : S Duffy/R Williams
    You al'right, how's it goin' man?
    Yeah, fine, fine, fine, fine!
    Gloomy Manchester, always rainin'
    Full of chippy, max entertainment
    Groovy Manchester, June split the atom
    O 1 6 1, England's Seattle
    And I know I should have written it down
    The Southern Comfort, I've forgotten you somehow
    Last night this girl in my bed, I was telling her what I said
    When all I had was potential and a head-full of dreadful
    With a bag full of silly walking through Piccadilly
    And I well anyway, anyway
    Who knew worstly would do so much to hurt me
    Parts of Manchester make me feel dirty
    Hacienda, on a gay night
    Dropping little fellas to make me feel right
    And I think about you now and then
    When I'm talking towns to my friend
    Last night this girl in my bed, I was telling her what I said
    When all I had was potential and a head-full of dreadful
    With a bag full of silly walking through Piccadilly
    And I well anyway, anyway
    We all made out in places and I've been to a few
    What I need now is an aerial view
    'Cause I can see for myself that I can`t see for myself
    But oh, anyway, anyway
    Now I'd like to go to Manchester
    To my surprise ain't 500 M6
    Then just close my eyes, close my eyes
    Close my eyes, close my eyes
    Last night this girl in my bed, I was telling her what I said
    When all I had was potential and a head-full of dreadful
    With a bag full of silly walking through Piccadilly
    And I well anyway, anyway
  • 作曲 : S Duffy/R Williams
    You al'right, how's it goin' man?
    Yeah, fine, fine, fine, fine!
    Gloomy Manchester, always rainin'
    Full of chippy, max entertainment
    Groovy Manchester, June split the atom
    O 1 6 1, England's Seattle
    And I know I should have written it down
    The Southern Comfort, I've forgotten you somehow
    Last night this girl in my bed, I was telling her what I said
    When all I had was potential and a head-full of dreadful
    With a bag full of silly walking through Piccadilly
    And I well anyway, anyway
    Who knew worstly would do so much to hurt me
    Parts of Manchester make me feel dirty
    Hacienda, on a gay night
    Dropping little fellas to make me feel right
    And I think about you now and then
    When I'm talking towns to my friend
    Last night this girl in my bed, I was telling her what I said
    When all I had was potential and a head-full of dreadful
    With a bag full of silly walking through Piccadilly
    And I well anyway, anyway
    We all made out in places and I've been to a few
    What I need now is an aerial view
    'Cause I can see for myself that I can`t see for myself
    But oh, anyway, anyway
    Now I'd like to go to Manchester
    To my surprise ain't 500 M6
    Then just close my eyes, close my eyes
    Close my eyes, close my eyes
    Last night this girl in my bed, I was telling her what I said
    When all I had was potential and a head-full of dreadful
    With a bag full of silly walking through Piccadilly
    And I well anyway, anyway