| There was a boy from Manchester
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| Who never quite fit in
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| With his curly hair and light skin
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| He kinda sounds American
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| His dad was never home
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| He was a rolling stone
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| And his friends called him crazy
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| When he used to say
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| I don’t like football and I don’t play cricket
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| I don’t like hip-hop and I don’t play reggae
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| Don’t like Oasis, don’t play P Diddy
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| Don’t wanna get wasted, don’t want your pity
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| There was a girl back in high school
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| Who said he wasn’t cool
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| He would write her some love songs
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| She’d laugh at him then move on
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| With braces on his face
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| Too skinny round the waste
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| He was never one of the cool kids
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| 'Cause he used to say
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| I don’t like football and I don’t play cricket
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| I don’t like hip-hop and I don’t play reggae
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| Don’t like Oasis, don’t play Tom Petty
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| Don’t wanna get wasted, don’t want your pity
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| I’m just a boy from Manchester
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| Just tryna do my best
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| My curly hair’s amazing
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| My accent is fading
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| The things you hate
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| Will become your traits, yeah
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| My friends still they call me
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| They tell me I’m crazy
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| But not much has changed since the old days
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| Still don’t like football, still don’t play cricket
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| Still don’t like hip-hop, but I do play reggae
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| And I like Oasis and I play Tom Petty
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| Sometimes get wasted, now I love this city
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| And we’re all laughing now
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| We’re all laughing now
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| Now we’re all winning!
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| Now we’re all winning!
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| And we’re all laughing now
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| We’re all laughing now
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| Now we’re all winning!
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| Now we’re all winning!
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| And I’m just a boy from Manchester |