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They’re out of sorts in Sunderland

And terribly cross in Kent

They’re dull in Hull

And the Isle of Mull

Is seething with discontent

They’re nervous in Northumberland

And Devon is down the drain

They’re filled with wrath

On the firth of Forth

And sullen on Salisbury Plain

In Dublin they’re depressed, lads

Maybe because they’re Celts

For Drake is going West, lads

And so is everyone else

Hurray-hurray-hurray!

Misery’s here to stay

There are bad times just around the corner

There are dark clouds hurtling through the sky

And it’s no good whining

About a silver lining

For we know from experience that they won’t roll by

With a scowl and a frown

We’ll keep our peckers down

And prepare for depression and doom and dread

We’re going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag

And wait until we drop down dead

From Portland Bill to Scarborough

They’re querulous and subdued

And Shropshire lads

Have behaved like cads

From Berwick-on-Tweed to Bude

They’re mad at Market Harborough

And livid at Leigh-on-Sea

In Tunbridge Wells

You can hear the yells

Of woe-begone bourgeoisie

We all get bitched about, lads

Whoever our vote elects

We know we’re up the spout, lads

And that’s what England expects

Hurray-hurray-hurray!

Trouble is on the way

There are bad times just around the corner

The horizon’s gloomy as can be

There are black birds over

The grayish cliffs of Dover

And the rats are preparing to leave the B.B.C

We’re an unhappy breed

And very bored indeed

When reminded of something that Nelson said

While the press and the politicians nag nag nag

We’ll wait until we drop down dead

From Colwyn Bay to Kettering

They’re sobbing themselves to sleep

The shrieks and wails

In the Yorkshire dales

Have even depressed the sheep

In rather vulgar lettering

A very disgruntled group

Have posted bills

On the Cotswold Hills

To prove that we’re in the soup

While begging Kipling’s pardon

There’s one thing we know for sure

If England is a garden

We ought to have more manure

Hurray-hurray-hurray!

Suffering and dismay

There are bad times just around the corner

And the outlook’s absolutely vile

There are Home Fires smoking

From Windermere to Woking

And we’re not going to tighten our belts and smile, smile, smile

At the sound of a shot

We’d just as soon as not

Take a hot water bottle and go to bed

We’re going to untense our muscles till they sag sag sag

And wait until we drop down dead

There are bad times just around the corner

We can all look forward to despair

It’s as clear as crystal

From Bridlington to Bristol

That we can’t save democracy and we don’t much care

If the Reds and the Pinks

Believe that England stinks

And that world revolution is bound to spread

We’d better all learn the lyrics of the old 'Red Flag'

And wait until we drop down dead

A likely story

Land of Hope and Glory

Wait until we drop down dead

There Are Bad Times Just Around The Corner

They’re nervous in Nigeria

And terribly cross in Crete

In Bucharest

They are so depressed

They’re frightened to cross the street

They’re sullen in Siberia

And timid in Turkestan

They’re sick with fright

In the Isle of Wight

And jittery in Japan

The Irish groan and shout, lads

Maybe because they’re Celts

They know they’re up the spout, lads

And so is everyone else

Hurray! Hurray! Hurray!

Trouble is on the way

There are bad times just around the corner

There are dark clouds hurtling through the sky

And it’s no use whining

About a silver lining

For we KNOW from experience that they won’t roll by

With a scowl and a frown

We’ll keep our sprits down

And prepare for depression and doom and dread

We’re going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag

And wait until we drop down dead

There are bad times just around the corner

The horizon’s gloomy as can be

There are black birds over

They grayish cliffs of Dover

And the vultures are hovering round the Christmas tree

We’re an unhappy breed

And ready to stampede

When we’re asked to remember what Lincoln said

We’re going to untense our muscles till they sag sag sag

And wait until we drop down dead

They’re morbid in Mongolia

And querulous in Quebec

There’s not a man

In Baluchistan

Who isn’t a nervous wreck

In Maine the melancholia

Is deeper than tongue can tell

In Monaco

All the croupiers know

They haven’t a hope in Hell

In far away Australia

Each wallaby’s well aware

The world’s a total failure

Without any time to spare

Hurray! Hurray! Hurray!

Suffering and dismay

There are bad times just around the corner

We can all look forward to despair

It’s as clear as crystal

From Brooklyn Bridge to Bristol

That we CAN’T save Democracy

And we don’t much care

At the sound of a shot

We’d just as soon as not

Take a hot-water bad and retire to bed

And while the press and the politicians nag nag nag

We’ll wait until we drop down dead

There are bad times just around the corner

And the outlook’s absolutely vile

You can take this from us

That when they Atom bomb us

We are NOT going to tighten our belts and smile smile smile

We are in such a mess

It couldn’t matter less

If a world revolution is just ahead

We’d better all learn the lyrics of the old 'Red Flag'

And wait until we drop down dead

A likely story

Land of Hope and Glory

Wait until we drop down dead