Pretenders To The Throne

The Beautiful South

 Is it Cologne with it's great cathedral?
 Milan with it's glamour and it's pace?
 London with it's river and it's bridges?
 Lisbon with it's beauty and it's grace?

 Funny looking buses
 Climb it's pot-bellied hills
 And a solitary jogger
 Times the time he kills

 Do you know where I'm gonna go?
 None of you have guessed, so none of you can know
 If you've been, that's not where I mean
 It's got class and it's got excellence like you've never seen

 Your town is dragging me down
 Dragging me down, down, down
 Your town is dragging me down
 Dragging me down, down, down

 Is it Dublin with it's culture and it's wit?
 Madrid with it's market square?
 Paris with it's bustling cafes?
 Hull with it's musical flair?

 Do you know where I'm gonna go?
 None of you have guessed so none of you can know
 If you've been, that's not where I mean
 It's got class and it's got excellence like you've never seen

 Your town is dragging me down
 Is dragging me down, down, down
 Your town is dragging me down
 Is dragging me down, down, down

 As I watch them drop the grain into your fish tank brain
 How can you like this place when it never even rains?

 Never even rains

 Your town is dragging me down
 Is dragging me down, down, down
 Your town is dragging me down
 Is dragging me down, down, down

 Is dragging me down, down, down
 Is dragging me down, down, down
 Is dragging me down, down, down