Bag Full of Silly Robbie Williams
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You al'right; how's it goin' man?
Yeah, fine, fine
Fine, fine!
Gloomy Madchester, always rainin'
Full of chippy Mancs, entertaining
Groovy Madchester, 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
Yeah, fine, fine
Fine, fine!
Gloomy Madchester, always rainin'
Full of chippy Mancs, entertaining
Groovy Madchester, 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
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