Rain rain go away, come again another day
Come for a day but not a whole season
Come for a few, don’t stay for no reason
This is Manchester and it’s wet and it’s dreary
But we do things differently here, so get to F*CK, deary
You cannot dampen that Mancunian spirit
Though you may try, but these folks just won’t hear it
Yes! it rains a little bit most days
But it doesn’t affect those sunshine rays,
Coming out of the Mancunian’s hacienda filled mind.
It drizzles and it drops and it pours on the cobbles
The slippery stones have caused a few wobbles
That’s why no Mancuian is complete without a kagool
Only it’s gotta be zipped all the way up to be cool
That’s how Noel wears it.
No matter the weather, you won’t kill their mood
To talk of anywhere else would be rude
‘Cos where else would you want to be than this buzzing vibrant city
Anywhere else on this planet seems shitty
The streets are alive with music in its stones
The river flows with the blood of the Stone Rose-s
Morrissey was maudling, the weather fuelling his lament,
Many a rock star has came and went
But none really leave.
Their ghosts haunt the gardens and the floors of Affleks Palace
Those acid filled 90s where we saw the Aurora Borealis
I pity those who can’t see the beauty of Manchester rain?
We don’t want folks like that round ‘ere again
The rain gives us rainbows, as Lemn Sissay would say
The rain makes us Mancs, and Mancs we will stay.