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