Pablo played his piccolo Rachel danced a merry jig So perfectly in tune.
Susie strummed a steel-guitar Bertie bowed the double-bass And Harry tried to croon.
Bad girls took their knickers off Good boys said their nightly prayer Before they went to bed.
Tomorrow would be Christmas-tide When all of them were dead.
Theirs was the generation Doomed to die too young They left the world without a care In drunkenness and song.
They are the lost girls and boys Who didn’t have a chance They passed their days in giddiness With orgies, drugs and dance.
Thomas read is daily book Janet cooked and ironed clothes For Mummy, Gran and Dad. Georgie heaped her pennies up Maurice saved a neighbour’s life Sally was so sad. Maids and model citizens They helped with work and love To see that all were fed.
There was another Christmas-tide When all of them were dead.
Theirs was the generation Saved to live so long They left the world of care and woe Sans error, sin or wrong.
They are the men and women With privilege and right They passed their days in piety In duty, work and light.
Doomed and Saved Today are dead The winner, the child, the lover Leaving us behind to think Why should we bloody bother !