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They're out of sorts in sunderland And terribly cross in kent They're down in hull And the isle of mall Is seething with discontent They're nervous in northumberland And devon is down the drain They're filled with wrath on firth of forth And sullen on salisbury plain In dublin they're depressed lads Maybe because they're celts
For drake is hurrying west, lads And so is everyone else
Hurray! hurray! hurray! Misery is 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 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
They're nervous in nigeria They're all going crazy in crete In bucharest they're so depressed They're frightend to cross the streets In maine the melancholia Is deeper than tongue can tell In monako all the croupiers know They haven't a hope in hell In far away australia Each wallaby is 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 The horizon is gloomy as can be There are black birds over The greyish cliffs of dover And the rats are preparing to leave the bbc We're 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
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 belt and Smile smile smile At the sound of shots We'd just as soon as not Get a hot water bottle and go to bed We're going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag And wait until we drop down dead I like your story Land of hope and glory Wait until we drop down dead