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 till now
We'll let you know
We'll let you know
But only if
You're really interested

We're all smiles
Then, honest, I swear, it's the turnstiles
That make us hostile
Oh

We will descend
On anyone unable to defend
Themselves
Oh

And the songs we sing
They're not supposed to mean a thing
La, la, la, la

You're lonely, oh
You're lonely
Oh
Get off the roof!
Oh
Your arsenal!

We may seem cold, or
We may even be
The most depressing people you've ever known
At heart, what's left, we sadly know
That we are the last
Truly British people you'll ever know
We are the last truly British people
You will ever know
(You'll never, never want to know)