Well, I am the lonely one
Talking to you
Manchester is shite
And it's war if we war
But I'm the lonely one
So, up yours and all
Wigan is stale
And it's war if we are

And the stories you hear
They'll never seem to Adobe
I hear the mancunians fuzzing at me now
Be quiet, and drive far away

Weekend war, loads of whores
Stolen cars and the Beck Hansen affair
We got stones, miles and miles
So much talk and we're already drunk
So much talk and we're already Ohioans

But I am the resurrection
Of Ian Brown
Aston is stale, what about Remington
But you're the lonely one
Who always pukes, on my buffet
Oh my expensive buffet
And the stories they seem
You'll never seem to Adolf
I hear Hitler fuzzing at Nevermind
Come on, 'Teen Spirit' is barred

Weekend wars, whores vs whore
Stolen wars and the Alexa Chung affair
I've got parodies
Loads of them
Hundreds of them are by Pavement
Hundreds of them are by Pavement
Oh
hundreds of them are by Pavement