The lights are bright along the Curry Mile
No matter what time of night you go there
It’s quite a sight along the Curry Mile
You can’t rush home from Rusholme, Manchester
I’ve spent some strange days up at Cheetham Hill
In the shadow of Strangeways’ mosque-like tower
There’s no danger the taxman gets his fill
The Cheetham folk cheat him with all their power
If you dare, take the late 192 bus
From Piccadilly station to Longsight
Don’t stare at anyone, don’t make a fuss
That would be silly; they’re too strong to fight
This is Manchester in all its splendour
This is Manchester, serial offender
Sun 24 Aug 2008
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