Beautiful South - Pretenders To The Throne Lyrics
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 busesClimb it's pot-bellied hillsAnd a solitary joggerTimes the time he killsDo you know where I'm gonna go?None of you have guessed, so none of you can knowIf you've been, that's not where I meanIt's got class and it's got excellence like you've never seenYour town is dragging me downDragging me down, down, downYour town is dragging me downDragging me down, down, downIs 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 knowIf you've been, that's not where I meanIt's got class and it's got excellence like you've never seenYour town is dragging me downIs dragging me down, down, downYour town is dragging me downIs dragging me down, down, downAs I watch them drop the grain into your fish tank brainHow can you like this place when it never even rains?Never even rainsYour town is dragging me downIs dragging me down, down, downYour town is dragging me downIs dragging me down, down, downIs dragging me down, down, downIs dragging me down, down, downIs dragging me down, down, down
