Frodsham nights

Lyrics

[INTRO] In the amber glow of Frodsham nights, Where the pie shop lights keep secrets tight. [VERSE 1] Down in Frodsham where the pie shop lights glow bright, Gary Barlow’s hometown singing through the night, Mr Fetcher on the corner knows the gossip before dawn, If your business hits the high street, mate, the whole town carries on. [PRE‑CHORUS] At the Queens the pints are pricey, wallet crying at the bar, But Number 13 gets stranger than a late‑night film noir, There’s a girl down in the toilets asking questions out of place, And the locals just keep laughing with a grin across their face. [CHORUS] Oh Frodsham town, you mad old crown, Where the stories never die, From the Bear Pit’s cheap old Taddys To the smoke beneath the sky, The wisemen and the women sit debating every night, And the Chum’s the final refuge when you’ve drank your last invite. [VERSE 2] The Belmont keeps it steady, proper pub and proper cheer, And Forest Hills Hotel survives another busy year, Ray the pot wash swearing loudly like a tiny Gandhi clone, Moaning while he scrubs the plates and mutters to his own. [PRE‑CHORUS] The night spills over, the laughter echoes wide, In every corner, a tale to hide, From the pubs to the streets where stories roam, Frodsham’s heartbeat keeps finding home. [CHORUS] Oh Frodsham town, you mad old crown, Where the stories never die, From the Bear Pit’s cheap old Taddys To the smoke beneath the sky, The wisemen and the women sit debating every night, And the Chum’s the final refuge when you’ve drank your last invite. [BRIDGE] Under lanterns flicker, secrets spill like wine, Every face a chapter, every footstep’s rhyme, When the city sleeps, the night’s alive, Frodsham sings, it’s the town we all survive. [CHORUS] Oh Frodsham town, you mad old crown, Where the stories never die, From the Bear Pit’s cheap old Taddys To the smoke beneath the sky, The wisemen and the women sit debating every night, And the