From Northernden 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
Wytenshawe 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
a 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 sodden 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