Bad News

There's a final curtain

there's the dotted line

No more celebration

no rum no brandy no sparkling wine

the bad news has arrived

it's closing time

Put on all your armor

march yourself in line

swallow all your feelings

'cause it's coming down to hit tonight

the bad news has arrived

it's closing time

Hide your sons and daughters keep their fragile minds

let them read the papers

but cover up the bold headlines

the bad news has arrived

the bad news has arrived

the bad news has arrived

it's closing time