Whippin' Piccadilly
Once upon a time, not too long ago,
We took a day out in Manchester.
We all fall down,
There's not enough hours in our day.
Played a bit of football, fell into the union,
Barged our way to the toilet.
With the Kung Fu king,
There's not enough hours in our day.
I remember seeing someone, dressed in a suit,
Looking like a lunatic.
And we all fall down,
There's not enough hours in our trip.
Well Academy cofefe, is breaking your hands,
We got lovely posters to sell.
We all fall down,
There's not enough hours in our day.
We like lovin' yeah,
And the wine we share.
We like lovin' yeah,
And the wine we share.
Finally made our way back to the train,
Rolling into Sheffield tonight.
And it all falls down,
There's not enough hours in our life.
Try and guess my weight, wait at the station,
Whippin' Piccadilly tonight.
And it all falls down,
There's not enough hours in our life.
We like lovin' yeah,
And the wine we share.
We like lovin' yeah,
And the wine we share.
Writer(s): Paul Blackburn, Benjamin Ottewell, Thomas Gray, Ian Ball, Oliver Peacock
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