Bag Full Of Silly

You al'right, how's it goin' man?

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