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From Northenden to Partington its rain
From Altrincham to Chadderton its rain
From Moss Side to Swinton hardly Spain
Its a picture postcard of wish they never came
And whilst that deckchair in the garden it makes no sense
It doesnt spoil the view or cause offence
Those Floridas, Bavarias and Kents
Make gentlemen wear shorts but dont 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 its rain
Gorton, Salford, Sale pretty much the same
As Im 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 theres one last fling
sw*llows build their nests, chaffinch sing
And the sun strolls into town like long lost king
And the mood of this whole 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