Well,
we travelled in from Rochdale
With a beatbox and a mat
And we breakdanced for pennies
That you placed in our hat
And we came down and visited
Two or three times a week
For the wonders and ways
Of Market Street
And we may bring the kids
To town for a treat
And always we'll drag them
Down Market Street
And we love 50 Cent
We sure love Chase Eat
We were East Coast, never West Coast,
on Market Street
On Market Street,
the southern lights came
And we chased them to Bridge Street
and back home again
On Market Street, the hall of the brave
Where the dancers and the gardens
and heights came to stay
Well, we traveled in from Wigan,
and we journeyed in from Lee
And we headed straight for Poundland
in our Hedges 50 -P
And we came in from St. Helens
Looked like peasants, looked like serfs
Like a deal or a bargain
It's why we're here on this earth
And we're gypsy,
we're Romani readers of poems
We've tattoos of daughters
and sons on our arms
And while we're on that,
it's obvious, you see
There's to shop till we
drop on Market Street
On Market Street,
the southern lights came
And we chased them to Bridge Street
and back home again
On Market Street, the hall of the brave
Where the dancers and the gardens
and hearts came to stay
And we drifted in from older,
and we drifted in by bus
Cause those beggars and
those buskers,
they're just like one of us
They're both charming and disarming,
with just a fraction of deceit
All the champions and
heavy weights
of Market Street
And we came in from nowhere
by bus, train, and tram
We're Manchester's finest,
we don't give a damn
Cos Manchester's finest are not the police
They're the grafters and the gibbers
right under your feet
On Market Street, Louis Alfred lights came
And we're chasin' to Bridge Street
and back home again
On Market Street, the hall of the brave
Where the dancers and the gartens
and highs came to say
On Market Street, on Market Street
We'll browse and we'll
wander till dead on our feet
On Market Street, on Market Street
We'll always meander down,
Market Street
Well, we ventured in from Monroe
And we jetted in from Shaw
None of us had yet decided,
as we began our little tour
What on earth we'd ever purchase,
who on earth we'd even see
That's the magic and mystery,
that's marquetry
And from Mill Row and Shore
you follow bright lights
And bare knuckle dating
on Saturday nights
But Monday to Friday we're
part of the elite
The hobnobbing robbers of Market Street
On Market Street,
those south footlands came
And we chased them to Bridge Street
and back home again
On Market Street, the home of the brave
When the dancers
and the gardens and hikes came to say
On Market Street, on Market Street
We'll browse and we'll wander
till dead on our feet
On Market Street, on Market Street
We'll always meander down,
Market Street
And we all knew the
lads from the roses
back when they hadn't ounce
And we knew Ricky hadn't a decade
before his first bout
And we threw the first punch,
strummed the first chord
Lived on their manor
before they were law
Now the fortunes have changed
and they won't let us in
And we're outside Arena
with battered old
For the singer and the boxer,
I bet life's still pretty sweet
But for the rest of us, hope still resides
Down Market Street
For the rest of us, hope still resides
Down Market Street
For the rest of us, hope still resides
Down Marquette Street