There'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. 

Refrain 1 

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. 

Refrain 2 

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. 

Verse 3 

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 
very [bad word] 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. 

Refrain 3 

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. 

Refrain 4 

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. 
likely story 
Land of Hope and Glory, 
Wait until we drop down dead