Here are bad times just around the corner - Noel Coward
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 spirits 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 dead. 
There are bad times just around the corner, the horizon's gloomy as can be. 
There are black birds over the greyish 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 not take a hot-water bag 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.