How sad are we?
And how sad have we been?
We’ll let you know,
We’ll let you know.
Oh, but only if
You’re really interested.
You wonder how
We’ve stayed alive ’til now.
We’ll let you know.
But only if
You’re really interested.
We’re all smiles
Then, «honest I swear it’s the turnstyles
That make us hostile.»
We will descend
On anyone unable to defend
Themselves.
And the songs we sing,
They’re not supposed to mean a thing,
La da da . . .
We may seem cold,
Or we may even be
The most depressing people you’ve ever known.
At heart, what’s left, of cource we know.
That we are the last truly British people you’ll ever know.
We are the last truly British people that you will want to know.