Flaming Lips Follow

Yeah, fine, fine, fine, fine!

Gloomy Manchester, always rainin'
Full of chippy, max entertainment
Groovy Manchester, June split the atom
O 1 6 1, England's Seattle

And I know I should have written it down
The Southern Comfort, I've forgotten you somehow

Last night this girl in my bed, I was telling her what I said
When all I had was potential and a head-full of dreadful
With a bag full of silly walking through Piccadilly
And I well anyway, anyway

Who knew worstly would do so much to hurt me
Parts of Manchester make me feel dirty
Hacienda, on a gay night
Dropping little fellas to make me feel right

And I think about you now and then
When I'm talking towns to my friend

Last night this girl in my bed, I was telling her what I said
When all I had was potential and a head-full of dreadful
With a bag full of silly walking through Piccadilly
And I well anyway, anyway

We all made out in places and I've been to a few
What I need now is an aerial view
'Cause I can see for myself that I can`t see for myself
But oh, anyway, anyway

Now I'd like to go to Manchester
To my surprise ain't 500 M6
Then just close my eyes, close my eyes
Close my eyes, close my eyes

Last night this girl in my bed, I was telling her what I said
When all I had was potential and a head-full of dreadful
With a bag full of silly walking through Piccadilly
And I well anyway, anyway

Yeah, fine, fine, fine, fine!