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)