Hugh Fays - Manchester Lyrics

Back in the Manchester days
Cycling round and round the estate
Thirteenth birthday and I'm buying a cake
And some potatoes from Hugh Fays
Hop in the taxi with my dad again
He's got to pick up Mrs. Potato Head
Put that spaz in a wheelie bin
If he starts to get out of hand
Drive past the old horse in the lounge
Been saving up money from my paper round
To buy a Christmas gift for my mum
A hideous gnome named Victoria Plum
Oh Manchester-so much to answer for
My sister's had another baby again
It looks just like all her other kids
My brother's moving in on the sargeant's missus
And everyone on this estate 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 Piggy pushing around her pram
A magpie is my only friend in this town
It pops my bike tires and pecks my head til it's round
The hair that I've got looks like a Chinaman's
According to the barber on the railway bridge
My boss said "Pilkington, I'm gonna sack you!"
But these trainers I'm wearing are brand new
I'm stuck in a lake behind Cordon Bleu
And there's nothing I can do
No, there's nothing I can do
Oh Manchester-so much to answer for