Cheer up, it might never happen
Drive-by shootings on the streets of Clapham
Jackboots booting right across the map
And daddy's gone 'a looking with his pistol packin' mama
And God didn't make the little green apples
With the Halloween grin and the shaving tackle
Another worrying thing for the grans to grapple
As the earth quakes, shakes and rolls and rattles on
[CHORUS]
And if the whole world is a stage
A kaleidoscope of lights and sound
You can take my Equity card away
And burn the theatre to the ground
Cheer up, it might never happen kid
Although I think it probably just did
The Christmas speech was a porno vid
A topless picture on the British quid
Jack and jill went off the cliff
Contract killed in a lovers' tiff
While Ben and Bill smoke a comic spliff
Tom and Jerry built to a moronic riff
[CHORUS]
Sack the actors and the clowns
Back to practice paper rounds
Sweeping leaves and walking dogs
Daily deeds and bob a jobs
Sitting babies salting snow
Helping ladies cross the road
Washing cars, recycling tins
Catching falling stars and things
Helping old folk corner shop
Little things that mean a lot
A fairytale-like end to violence
Through jumble sales and sponsored silence
Stop the world I want to get back on
I want to learn to love the bomb
And have it tattooed across my gut
The immortal words cheer up
It might never happen to you kid
Although I think it probably just did
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Cheer up, it might never happen
Drive-by shootings on the streets of Clapham
Jackboots booting right across the map
And daddy's gone 'a looking with his pistol packin' mama
And God didn't make the little green apples
With the Halloween grin and the shaving tackle
Another worrying thing for the grans to grapple
As the earth quakes, shakes and rolls and rattles on
[CHORUS]
And if the whole world is a stage
A kaleidoscope of lights and sound
You can take my Equity card away
And burn the theatre to the ground
Cheer up, it might never happen kid
Although I think it probably just did
The Christmas speech was a porno vid
A topless picture on the British quid
Jack and jill went off the cliff
Contract killed in a lovers' tiff
While Ben and Bill smoke a comic spliff
Tom and Jerry built to a moronic riff
[CHORUS]
Sack the actors and the clowns
Back to practice paper rounds
Sweeping leaves and walking dogs
Daily deeds and bob a jobs
Sitting babies salting snow
Helping ladies cross the road
Washing cars, recycling tins
Catching falling stars and things
Helping old folk corner shop
Little things that mean a lot
A fairytale-like end to violence
Through jumble sales and sponsored silence
Stop the world I want to get back on
I want to learn to love the bomb
And have it tattooed across my gut
The immortal words cheer up
It might never happen to you kid
Although I think it probably just did
Drive-by shootings on the streets of Clapham
Jackboots booting right across the map
And daddy's gone 'a looking with his pistol packin' mama
And God didn't make the little green apples
With the Halloween grin and the shaving tackle
Another worrying thing for the grans to grapple
As the earth quakes, shakes and rolls and rattles on
[CHORUS]
And if the whole world is a stage
A kaleidoscope of lights and sound
You can take my Equity card away
And burn the theatre to the ground
Cheer up, it might never happen kid
Although I think it probably just did
The Christmas speech was a porno vid
A topless picture on the British quid
Jack and jill went off the cliff
Contract killed in a lovers' tiff
While Ben and Bill smoke a comic spliff
Tom and Jerry built to a moronic riff
[CHORUS]
Sack the actors and the clowns
Back to practice paper rounds
Sweeping leaves and walking dogs
Daily deeds and bob a jobs
Sitting babies salting snow
Helping ladies cross the road
Washing cars, recycling tins
Catching falling stars and things
Helping old folk corner shop
Little things that mean a lot
A fairytale-like end to violence
Through jumble sales and sponsored silence
Stop the world I want to get back on
I want to learn to love the bomb
And have it tattooed across my gut
The immortal words cheer up
It might never happen to you kid
Although I think it probably just did
Writer: JAMES NEIL MORRISON, LESLIE GEORGE CARTER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group