Pretenders To The Throne

Is it Cologne with its great cathedral? Milan with its glamour and its pace? London with its river and its bridges? Lisbon with its beauty and its grace? Funny looking buses Climb its 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 its culture and its wit? Madrid with its market square?       Paris with its bustling cafes? Hull with its 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