RIFF 

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verse 1 
        D               A 
They're out of sorts in Sunderland 
    D                 B7 
And terribly cross in Kent, 
        Em      A 
They're dull in Hull 
        D       B7 
And the Isle of Mull 
   E             A7 
Is seething with discontent, 
        D          A 
They're nervous in Northumberland 
    D                 G 
And Devon is down the drain, 
        F# 
They're filled with wrath 
       Bm 
On the firth of Forth 
    E                   A7 
And sullen on Salisbury Plain, 
   Am     D       G 
In Dublin they're depressed, lads, 
B7                    Em 
Maybe because they're Celts 
    A              A7 
For Drake is going West, lads, 
    E              A7 
And so is everyone else. 
E7      A       A 
Hurray, hurray, hurray! 
RIFF             A7         - strum once 
Misery's here to stay. 


[Refrão]

N.C.      D         Em   A          D  D7 
There are bad times just around the corner, 
          G           B7                   Em 
There are dark clouds hurtling through the sky 
         A       A7 
And it's no good whining 
 D             Bm 
About a silver lining 
       E           E7                 A         A7 
For we know from experience that they won't roll by, 
       D           D7 
With a scowl and a frown 
      G                G7 
We'll keep our peckers down 
    E             E7                    A        A7 
And prepare for depression and doom and dread, 
               D          Em       A        D   G   F# 
We're going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag 
Bm  E             A         D     A D 
And wait until we drop down dead. 

verse 2 
     D                A 
From Portland Bill to Scarborough 
        D                B7 
They're querulous and subdued 
    Em         A 
And Shropshire lads 
       D          B7 
Have behaved like cads 
     E                   A7 
From Berwick-on-Tweed to Bude, 
        D             A 
They're mad at Market Harborough 
    D                 G 
And livid at Leigh-on-Sea, 
   F# 
In Tunbridge Wells 
    Bm 
You can hear the yells 
   E                  A7 
Of woe-begone bourgeoisie. 
   Am      D        G 
We all get bitched about, lads, 
   B7            Em 
Whoever our vote elects, 
   A                 A7 
We know we're up the spout, lads. 
    E                     A7 
And that's what England expects. 
E7      A       A 
Hurray, hurray, hurray! 
RIFF              A7   - strum once 
Trouble is on the way. 


[Refrão]

N.C.      D         Em   A          D  D7 
There are bad times just around the corner, 
    G         B7            Em 
The horizon's gloomy as can be, 
          A           A7 
There are black birds over 
    D                 Bm 
The grayish cliffs of Dover 
        E        E7                     A A7 
And the rats are preparing to leave the BBC 
         D       D7 
We're an unhappy breed 
    G          G7 
And very bored indeed 
     E           E7                    A     A7 
When reminded of something that Nelson said. 
          D             Em  A       D   G   F# 
While the press and the politicians nag nag nag 
Bm    E             A         D     A  D 
We'll wait until we drop down dead. 

verse 3 
p.m. D             A 
From Colwyn Bay to Kettering 
        D                     B7 
They're sobbing themselves to sleep, 
    Em          A 
The shrieks and wails 
       D         B7 
In the Yorkshire dales 
     E                  A7 
Have even depressed the sheep. 
   D             A 
In rather vulgar lettering 
  D                G 
A very disgruntled group 
     F# 
Have posted bills 
       Bm 
On the Cotswold Hills 
   E                       A7      - back to open strum 
To prove that we're in the soup. 
      Am      D         G 
While begging Kipling's pardon 
        B7                    Em 
There's one thing we know for sure 
   A            A7 
If England is a garden 
   E                    A7 
We ought to have more manure. 
E7      A       A 
Hurray, hurray, hurray! 
RIFF          A7              - strum once 
Suffering and dismay. 


[Refrão]

N.C.      D         Em   A          D  D7 
There are bad times just around the corner 
        G          B7        Em 
And the outlook's absolutely vile, 
          A          A7 
There are Home Fires smoking 
     D             Bm 
From Windermere to Woking 
          E            E7                    A             A7 
And we're not going to tighten our belts and smile, smile, smile, 
       D          D7 
At the sound of a shot 
     G               G7 
We'd just as soon as not 
       E         E7               A     A7 
Take a hot water bottle and go to bed, 
               D            Em      A         D   G   F# 
We're going to un-tense our muscles till they sag sag sag 
Bm  E             A         D    A D 
And wait until we drop down dead. 

          D         Em   A          D  D7 
There are bad times just around the corner, 
       G        B7            Em 
We can all look forward to despair, 
        A        A7 
It's as clear as crystal 
     D              Bm 
From Bridlington to Bristol 
        E          E7               A          A7 
That we can't save democracy and we don't much care 
       D            D7 
If the Reds and the Pinks 
  G                  G7 
Believe that England stinks 
         E       E7                   A       A7 
And that world revolution is bound to spread, 
            D             Em     A      D    G   F# 
We'd better all learn the lyrics of the old 'Red Flag' 
Bm  E             A         D     A D 
And wait until we drop down dead.