Buildings of grey on a liquid sky turn the day into night
The bars are filling with fighting Irish – smug young married couples dressing down for the weekend,
Pert shop-girls and typists tip-tapping into blaring dancehalls
Hard-faced villains dressing up for the drinking clubs,
While Suburbia sits watching television.

Bouncers in tuxedos with butterflies round their necks
"Love" tattooed on the right hand and "hate" on the left
Stone Roses just like angels – heaven is this noise,
Fancied by the shop-girls – admired by the sweatshop boys.

So we're sitting in the snug bar – waiting for Jase the Ace
Hooky's by the Juke Box doing his splendid to entertain
Look at Tony Wilson Live on Channel 4
Vote for Rodney Marsh cos Best's on sale again.

I hear a song by Stephen Patrick a crocodile tear paints the dead
Everybody starts shouting "HANG THE DJ" so he puts on STATE 808 instead
I see a face at the Hacienda I see a heart that's torn in two
I see a head that flies the Happy Mondays
And a lonely girl called you

Manchester, England...
Manchester I always love you..."