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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Prefab Sprout
Prefab Sprout
Performer
Pete Townshend
Pete Townshend
Acoustic Guitar
Louis Jardim
Louis Jardim
Percussion
Andy Richards
Andy Richards
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paddy McAloon
Paddy McAloon
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paddy McAloon
Paddy McAloon
Producer
Andy Richards
Andy Richards
Producer
David Leonard
David Leonard
Engineer
Tom Philips
Tom Philips
Mixing Engineer
Cliff Brigden
Cliff Brigden
Engineer
Tim Hunt
Tim Hunt
Engineer
David Concors
David Concors
Engineer
Gonzales Espinoza
Gonzales Espinoza
Engineer
Jon Kelly
Jon Kelly
Engineer
Richard Mookes
Richard Mookes
Engineer
Mickey Sweeney
Mickey Sweeney
Engineer
Michael H. Brauer
Michael H. Brauer
Engineer
Mark O'donaghue
Mark O'donaghue
Engineer
Michael Ade
Michael Ade
Engineer
Gary Olazabal
Gary Olazabal
Engineer
Steve Van Day
Steve Van Day
Engineer
Peter Jones
Peter Jones
Engineer
STEVE LYON
STEVE LYON
Engineer
Terence Wilson
Terence Wilson
Engineer
Geoff Bruckner
Geoff Bruckner
Engineer
Karl Lever
Karl Lever
Engineer
Tim Young
Tim Young
Mastering Engineer
Swoon
Swoon
Mastering Engineer
Steve McQueen
Steve McQueen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Guess what! Summer's arrived I feel the world's on my side The Brooklyn Bridge stretches below me A billion souls all dying to know me Well here I am! Loaded with promise And knee deep in grace What I want is here on my face and I feel like I own the whole damn place Hey Manhattan! Here I am! Call me star-struck Uncle Sam. Strolling Fifth Avenue - just to think Sinatra's been here too These myths we can't undo they lie in wait for you We live them till they're true, Manhattan doobie doo. Hey Manhattan doobie doo. Someday's you've got to get outside - Look there's "The Carlyle" That's the place where Kennedy stayed, And where were you when he died? (Yeah some things are slow to fade.) There they were - loaded with promise Knee deep in fate - when what you want shows on your face All that's left litters the whole damn place Hey Manhattan! Here I am! Call it bad luck Uncle Sam. Scrounging Fifth Avenue - just to think the poor could live here too But what are they to do? These myths belong to you, We live them till they're true, Manhattan doobie doo, hey Manhattan doobie doo
Writer(s): Paddy Mcaloon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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