Me and my mates went to the gym in Moss Side,
With our Johnny who is a mile wide,
Boxing and skipping and then going for a pint,
In the Northern Quarter or Longsight.
We're all from Manchester where people bloom,
Inside a bedsit on a road in Hulme,
Anthony H Wilson was fond of saying,
The world is right when United are playing,
And Oasis, the Mondays and Duretti Column,
And Canal Street with the guys who like to bum.
I bought a fag lighter in a shop on Market Street,
And found out that United got beat.
But Saint Anthony knows we're all one people,
From Rusholme to the Town Hall's steeple,
Steve Coogan and Mani and Maxine Peake,
They all know of the heaven of which we speak.