There Are Bad Times Just Around The Corner

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[Verse 1]
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They're out of sorts in Sunderland
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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
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And Devon is down the drain,
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They're filled with wrath
       Bm
On the firth of Forth
    E                   A7
And sullen on Salisbury Plain,
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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.

[Chorus 1]
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
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We'll keep our peckers down
    E             E7                    A        A7
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
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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]
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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
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And livid at Leigh-on-Sea,
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In Tunbridge Wells
    Bm
You can hear the yells
   E                  A7
Of woe-begone bourgeoisie.
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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.

[Chorus 2]
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
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And the rats are preparing to leave the BBC
         D       D7
We're an unhappy breed
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And very bored indeed
     E           E7                    A     A7
When reminded of something that Nelson said.
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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]
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From Colwyn Bay to Kettering
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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.

[Chorus 3 - 3/4 timing]
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
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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.

[Chorus 4 - normal timing]
          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'
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And wait until we drop down dead.