Happy Days

These lyrics were written in the eighties during the height of the Thatcher Govts, around the time of the Falklands war. After the events of this week (March 27-0 2April 2017) I was reminded of them.

Happy Days
The face of a nation was split with a smile today
As we were politely informed of the fun and games
Oh yeah, there’s a ship on our sea, shall we send it down?
It’s only a toy in the tub, shall we sink it now?

Light up the home fires, run up the flags
Happy days are here again
Just like the old days, riches to rags
Happy people don’t complain

Now, ask your leaders for their reasons,
Why is blue the colour of the season?
Ask your father, ask your mother
Better still don’t breathe a word at all.
Now, ask your leaders for their reasons,
Why is blue the colour of the season?
Ask your father, ask your mother
Better still don’t breathe a word at all.

The voice of a nation has spelt it all out for you
It’s there on the page and the screen, so it must be true
It’s perfectly simple, it’s perfectly understood
Three cheers for the church and the state, and the boys in blue

Light up the home fires, run up the flags
Happy days are here again
Just like the old days, riches to rags
Happy people don’t complain
Light up the home fires, run up the flags
Happy days are here again
Just like the old days, riches to rags
Happy people don’t complain

Now, ask your leaders for their reasons,
Why is blue the colour of the season?
Ask your father, ask your mother
Better still don’t breathe a word at all

Now, ask your leaders for their reasons,
Why is blue the colour of the season?
Ask your father, ask your mother
Better still don’t breathe a word at all

Now, ask your leaders for their reasons,
Why is blue the colour of the season?
Ask your father, ask your mother
Better still don’t breathe a word at all
At all

Lyrics by The Shamen

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