Matchstick Men and matchstick cats and dogs.

Brian Burke/Michael Coleman

He painted Salford;s smokey tops
On cardboard boxes from the shop

and parts of ancoats were I used to play
I'm sure he once walded down our street
Cause he painted kids who had nowt on their feet
The clothes we wore had all see better days.

Now they said his works of art were dull
No room all round the wall are full
But Lowry didn[t care much anyway
The said he just paints cats and dosg
And matchstick men and matchstick cats and dogs

And he painted matchstick men and match stick cats and dogs
He painted kids on the corner of the street that were sparking clogs
Now he takes his brush and waits outside them factory gates
To pain his matchstick men and matchstick cats and dogs

Now canvas and brushes were wearing thin
When London started calling him
To come on down and wear the old flat cap
They said tell us all about your ways
And all about them Salford days
Is it true your're just and ordinary chap

And he painted matchstick men and match stick cats and dogs
He painted kids on the corner of the street that were sparking clogs
Now he takes his brush and waits outside them factory gates
To pain his matchstick men and matchstick cats and dogs

Now Lowry's hang upon the wall
Beside the greatest of them all
And even the Mona Lisa takes a bow
This tired old man with hair like snow
Told northern folk its time to go
The fever came and the good loard mopped his brow

And he left us matchstick men and match stick cats and dogs
He left us kids on the corner of the street that were sparking clogs
Now he takes his brush and waits outside them pearly gates
To pain his matchstick men and matchstick cats and dogs