They All Died Singing -

Break out the champers and strike up the band

We may not see out the year

I’d rather take up my banjo or take to the stage

Rather than trembling in fear

They went down happy, so happy

That’s how they all died, back in Berlin the last time

They went down singing, yes singing, that’s how they all died:

With their voices all raised in song

Now everybody says you must not fear

Then everybody says your end is near

Then everybody says this man’s sincere

Then everyone says he’s a racketeer

Then everybody says this fiscal year

You’re gonna have to find a new career

Then everybody says you must be of good cheer

Then everyone says shift it up a gear

Then everybody says it’s too severe

Then everyone votes not to interfere

Then argues over what to commandeer

Then everybody blames the auctioneer

When no one bid ‘cause the reserve’s too dear

Then everybody says there are no problems here

But I say:

Break out the schnapps and let’s strike up the band

We may not see out the year

I’d rather take up my top hat or take to the stage

Rather than living in fear

We’ll go down happy, so happy

That’s how we’ll all die, just like they did the last time

We’ll go down singing, yes singing, that’s how we’ll all die:

With our voices all raised in song

We’ll all die singing, yes singing, that’s how we’ll all die:

With our voices all raised in song