Lyrics:
(She’s My) Mancunian Bag of Sunshine
Well I could live a thousand lifetimes
And never find love like this
And I was lost, alone and found wanting
Mancunian Skies
There’s nothing quite like
living your life
Under Mancunian Skies
Between you and me it’s the best place to be
but no Sea
in the city
A rainy city
With a diversity
That's gritty
Keeping it real
And I'm Manchester
Born and bred
And proud of who I am
I'm a Mancunian
We used to walk Mancunian Way
We used to swagger we used to sway
Up until the lights took us away
Do you know what you meant to me?
We used
of the town we all embrace
A welcoming bunch Mancunian accents watered down across estates
Reside in the arms of the North shit weather can get us down
Well the true Mancunian is the Man City fan, I find.
(laughs)
I mean they're all reds really aren't they and er. . .
What upsets you really is that
fancied ya where did I go wrong?
Am I a Mancunian and do you really care?
Define yourself by so much more than who and why and where
We're all stellar
has big eyelids
Watching two tellys with Alf and Tattoo Stan
Mancunians are the strangest people in the land
Big head lads with webbed hands
And Miss
out of Manchester, pocketing volumes away of a lifetime that she could have spent Hovering blithely through the Mancunian streets, or engulfed lightly
The Scuttlers attack
Scuttlers
Don't turn your back to the
Scuttlers
Aaah-aaah-aaah-aaah
Gangs of kids, just seventeen
The hardest lads you've ever seen
Mancunian
or Germany
Trinidad or Cameroon
Take some time to view the moon
So hermit or socialite
Mancunian or Muscovite
Whether April, February or June
Take some time
Swigga
Mancunian Candidate, are ya mad fer it
I'm out in Maine Road, a hooligan mate
She said the beats incredible, the lyrics are questionable
Eight out
He's got a short fuse
Every which way but loose
The Mancunian touch
We never venture outside
Cause it's you or the TV guide
What a lovely way
ANSWERS TO NO ONE
I'VE MET GEISHAS OF THE FOREIGN EAST
WALL STREET WOMEN, MANCUNIANS IN HEAT
BEEN AROUND THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD
BUT CAME RUNNING BACK
no motivation
I can't be bothered running after rabbits or Mancunians
Maybe I'm in a hibernation
And I sleep through the moon
I only drink when
there's bare evidence at the scene
I hear the whispers, I hear the shouts
I see the angle, I hear the doubt
But I'm the first Mancunian emcee to take
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