The streets don't suffer, from Saturdays stench.
No cigarette burns on a desolate bench,
no angry request, to mind your french
no hearts possessed by your want and wench.
And the goings on, beneath that roof
hours and hours of misspent youth
wasted weekends, parties and benders
pride of Britain or the young offenders.
Remember when you fell, down the Manhattan stairs,
on the cock and bottle, fighting with chairs
or even bar royal, only must.
Taps are left empty to gather dust.

'Coz we love this city
and we love this place
so sing it out

I love this city,
this is my town.
We get a week out, without a doubt,
gunna sing it out loud.
i love my city
this is my town,
we get a week out, without a doubt,
gunna sing it out loud

Sweet sixteen and far too clever.
memories fade, without a trace
there's no resemblance, what so ever
and there's an eery silence about this place.
I've seen it slowly disappear, these aren't the streets i used to know.
Clubs condemmed to yesteryear, but as buildings fall friendships grow.
So remember all the good times that we had,
us lot are mad

'Coz we love this city
and we love this place
so sing it out

I love this city,
this is my town.
We get a week out, without a doubt,
gunna sing it out loud.
i love my city
this is my town,
we get a week out, without a doubt,
gunna sing it out loud.

So hands in the air, we're in it together,
we'll never let go and we'll never surrender.
So sing it out loud
the crowd goes mad,
passionate and proud
and that i'm 21st century tumble weed town.

'Coz love we our city
and we love this place
so sing it out

I love this city,
this is my town.
We get a week out, without a doubt,
gunna sing it out loud.
i love my city
this is my town,
we get a week out, without a doubt,
gunna sing it out loud
gunna sing it out loud
gunna sing it out loud
gunna sing it out loud
gunna sing it out loud.