Pretenders To The Throne - The Beautiful South

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 buses

Climb it’s pot-bellied hills

And a solitary jogger

Times the time he kills

Do you know where I’m gonna go?

None of you have guessed, so none of you can know

If you’ve been, that’s not where I mean

It’s got class and it’s got excellence like you’ve never seen

Your town is dragging me down

Dragging me down, down, down

Your town is dragging me down

Dragging me down, down, down

Is 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 know

If you’ve been, that’s not where I mean

It’s got class and it’s got excellence like you’ve never seen

Your town is dragging me down

Is dragging me down, down, down

Your town is dragging me down

Is dragging me down, down, down

As I watch them drop the grain into your fish tank brain

How can you like this place when it never even rains?

Never even rains

Your town is dragging me down

Is dragging me down, down, down

Your town is dragging me down

Is dragging me down, down, down

Is dragging me down, down, down

Is dragging me down, down, down

Is dragging me down, down, down