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