Lyrics Market Street - Paul Heaton, Jacqui Abbott

Market Street

Well, we travelled in from Rochdale
With a beatbox and a mat
And we breakdanced for pennies
That you placed in our hat
And we came down and visited
Two or three times a week
For the wonders and wares
Of Market Street
And we may bring the kids
To town for a treat
And always, we’ll drag them
Down Market Street
And we loved 50 Cent
We sure loved Jay-Z
We were East Coast, never West Coast
On Market Street
On Market Street
Those Salford lads came
And we chased them to Bridge Street and
Back home again
On Market Street
The home of the brave
Where the Dentons and the Gortons and
Hydes came to save
Well, we travelled in from Wigan (Wigan)
And we journeyed in from Leigh
And we headed straight for Poundland
In our hands, just 50p
And we came in from St. Helens
We looked like peasants, looked like serfs
Like a deal or a bargain
Is why we’re here on this earth
And we’re gypsy, we’re Romany
Readers of palms
We’ve tattoos of daughters
And sons on our arms
And why we’re on Earth
It’s obvious, you see
Is to shop till we drop
On Market Street
On Market Street
Those Salford lads came
And we chased them to Bridge Street and
Back home again
On Market Street
The home of the brave
Where the Dentons and the Gortons and
Hydes came to save
And we drifted in from Oldham (Oldham)
And we drifted in by bus
'Cause those beggars and those buskers
They’re just like one of us
They’re both charming and disarming
With just a fraction of deceit
All the champions and heavyweights
Of Market Street
And we came in from nowhere
By bus, train, and tram
We’re Manchester’s finest
We don’t give a damn
'Cause Manchester’s finest
Are not the police
It’s the grafters and the jibbers
Right under your feet
On Market Street
Those Salford lads came
And we chased them to Bridge Street and
Back home again
On Market Street
The home of the brave
Where the Dentons and the Gortons and
Hydes came to save
On Market Street
On Market Street
We’ll browse and we’ll wander
Till dead on our feet
On Market Street
On Market Street
We’ll always meander down
Down Market Street
Well, we ventured in from Milnrow (Milnrow)
And we jetted in from Shaw
None of us had yet decided
As we began our little tour
What on earth we’d ever purchase
Who on earth we’d even see
That’s the magic and mystery
That’s Market Street
And from Milnrow and Shaw
You follow bright lights
And bare-knuckle dating
On Saturday nights
But Monday to Friday
We’re part of elite
The hob-knobbing robbers
Of Market Street
On Market Street
Those Salford lads came
And we chased them to Bridge Street and
Back home again
On Market Street
The home of the brave
Where the Dentons and the Gortons and
Hydes came to save
On Market Street
On Market Street
We’ll browse and we’ll wander
Till dead on our feet
On Market Street
On Market Street
We’ll always meander down
Down Market Street
And we all the knew the lads from the Roses
Back when they had nowt
And we knew Ricky Hatton
A decade before his first bout
And we threw the first punch
We strummed the first chord
And we lived on their manor
Before they were lord
Now the fortunes have changed
And they won’t let us in
And we’re outside arena
With a battered old tin
And for the singer and the boxer, I bet
Life’s still pretty sweet
But for the rest of us, hope still resides
Down Market Street
For the rest of us, hope still resides
Down Market Street
For the rest of us, hope still resides
Down Market Street…