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 aint 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