(Music by Sir Arthur Sullivan)
When I lie in my bath trying hard not to laugh as I think of the state of society,
I feel life's but a lark though the future is dark and should properly be viewed with dubiety.
And my problem, I feel, is that life's not quite real and increasingly hard to take seriously.
In a world where the money's alarmingly funny and at once disappears most mysteriously,
Life’s full of surprises like interest rate rises and bills that arrive in the mail,
Which though totally wrong you must hurry along and settle next day without fail,
Or you'll quickly discover you're merely another consumer suspended from service,
So you passively pay and then hurry away, quite depressed and decidedly nervous.
But what else can you do in a place like a zoo where the world's upside down, but treat life with a frown; don't explain to your friends that you know how it ends, that one day the Yanks'll take over the banks and the country will fall because practically all of the people are trying to leave it.
For what does it matter as long as we flatter ourselves into thinking the country's not sinking, but it is, friends, you'd better believe it.