From Northenden to Partington, it?s rain   From Altrincham to Chadderton, it?s rain   From Moss Side to Swinton, hardly Spain   It?s a picture postcard of 'Wish they never came'      And whilst that deckchair in the garden it makes no sense   It doesn?t spoil the view or cause offense   Those Floridas, Bavarias and Kents   Make gentlemen wear shorts but don?t make gents      So convertible stay garage bound   Save after sun for later   If rain makes Britain great   Then Manchester is greater      As you dry your clothes once again   Upon the radiator   What makes Britain great   Makes Manchester yet greater      From Cheetham Hill to Wythenshawe, it?s rain   Gorton, Salford, Sale, pretty much the same   As I?m caught up without my jacket once again   The raindrops on my face play a sweet refrain      And as winter turns reluctantly to spring   For the clouds above the city there?s one last fling   Swallows build their nests, chaffinch sing   And the sun strolls into town like long lost king      So convertible stay garage bound   Save after sun for later   If rain makes Britain great   Then Manchester is greater      As you dry your clothes once again   Upon the radiator   What makes Britain great   Makes Manchester yet greater      And the mood of this whole sodden place is melancholy   Like the sun came out to play, shone through the clouds   But dropped its lolly   And everyone looks so disappointed, so, so sorry   Like the rain blew into town, kidnapped the sun   And stole its brolly      So convertible stay garage bound   Save after sun for later   If rain makes Britain great   Then Manchester is greater      As you dry your clothes once again   Upon the radiator   What makes Britain great   Makes Manchester yet greater