Teksty: Fall. Cheetham Hill.

See the fleet of cruising cars
Go past the stations and the bars
Never stoping to get out
In case they choose to cruise about

Well, I tell you, that boy
He stopped up at the station
He must be on a mission of passion
Couldn't make out whether he was from
Salford or Manchester

And this London visitor had this to say
?Cheetham
(Cheetham Hill)
Cheetham
(Cheetham Hill)
Cheetham
(Cheetham Hill)?

Only way you stop is for passion at the station
Why you cruising to be unfaithful?
You want to settle up, you want to settle down
And some man really hurt you
He isn't around in Cheetham, Cheetham
You cheated

Well I tell you, that boy, he stopped up at the station
He must be on a mission of passion
Cheetham
(Cheetham Hill)
Cheetham
(Cheetham Hill)

Cheetham
(Cheetham Hill)?
Cheetham
(Cheetham Hill)

Where you going, boy? Are you cheatin'?
Is that why you come from Cheetham Hill?
When you stopped up at the station
Was it an excuse to get away from your wife for the evening?

Couldn't make out whether he was from
Salford or Manchester
And this London visitor had this to say

Cheetham, Cheetham, Cheetham
(Cheetham Hill)

Customized, intentional
Cheetham, Cheetham, Cheetham
There's no need to go berserk
Cheetham, Cheetham, Cheetham
You don't scratch my nice blue Merc

Cheetham, Cheetham, Cheetham
I won't need to go berserk
Cheetham, Cheetham, Cheetham
If you don't scratch my nice green Merc

And the boy stopped up at the passion wagon
We couldn't make out where he was from
Salford or Manchester
And this London visitor had this to say