On Manchester streets you can see it all

Sit with a coffee and observe the show

In Piccadilly Gardens have a ball

Then have another in Caffe Nero

There’s trams and tramps, there’s beggars (just say no)

There’s cloudy skies and drinks, there’s ciggie smoke

The rumbling thunder of buses that slow

And stop, raining people, so many folk

Some busy, others dizzy. Fizzy Coke

At café prices, with slices of cake

The business people on the make, the calls

Taken on mobiles, a child cries, we go

Those few miles home before we end up broke

Away from the hub of this urban sprawl

Away to suburbs where the pulse is slow