I live in a kitchen sink town

It has not changed much since I was a kid

The shops are uniform and very bleak

Even on the warmest of summer days

My name is Malcolm X

I was named after the greengrocer

As he was the nicest man

That my late mother ever knew

He sadly died when I was eleven

When his motorbike spun off of the road

Near the summit of Becket X

His family business is now a betting shop

Frequented by those with non disposable incomes

As unlikely as it may sound

I have made something of myself

As I am a very talented artist

I live far from this town of my birth

But it is still firmly resident in my head

It haunts me so much that I have named

My lovely Cotswold residence

Manhattan Transfer

Which is the name of this awful town