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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Prefab Sprout
Prefab Sprout
Performer
Andy Richards
Andy Richards
Keyboards
Luis Jardim
Luis Jardim
Percussion
Pete Townshend
Pete Townshend
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paddy McAloon
Paddy McAloon
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paddy McAloon
Paddy McAloon
Producer
Andy Richards
Andy Richards
Producer
Clif Brigden
Clif Brigden
Engineer
Dave Concours
Dave Concours
Engineer
David Leonard
David Leonard
Engineer
Gary Olazabal
Gary Olazabal
Engineer
Gonzales Espinoza
Gonzales Espinoza
Engineer
Jeff Bruckner
Jeff Bruckner
Engineer
Jon Kelly
Jon Kelly
Engineer
Karl Lever
Karl Lever
Engineer
Mark O'donaghue
Mark O'donaghue
Engineer
Michael Ade
Michael Ade
Engineer
Michael Brauer
Michael Brauer
Engineer
Mickey Sweeney
Mickey Sweeney
Engineer
Peter Jones
Peter Jones
Engineer
Richard Mookes
Richard Mookes
Engineer
STEVE LYON
STEVE LYON
Engineer
Steve Van Day
Steve Van Day
Engineer
Terence Wilson
Terence Wilson
Engineer
Tim Hunt
Tim Hunt
Engineer
Tim Young
Tim Young
Mastering Engineer
Tony Phillips
Tony Phillips
Mixing 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
Hey Manhattan, here I am
Call me star-struck Uncle Sam
Strolling 5th 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
(Some things are slow to fade)
There they were
Loaded with promise
And knee-deep in fate
When what you want shows on your face and
All that's left litters the whole damn
Hey Manhattan here I am
Call it bad luck Uncle Sam
Scrounging 5th 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
Written by: Paddy McAloon
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