Last Year's Troubles

Last year's troubles Last year's troubles Last year's troubles are so old fashioned The robber on the highway the pirate on the seas Maybe it's the clothing that's so entertaining The earrings and swashbuckling blouses that please Here we have heroes of times that have passed now But nobody these days has that kind of chin Over there the petticoats of ladies of virtue You can hardly tell them from the petticoats of sin Last year's troubles Last year's troubles Look at all the waifs of Dickensian England Why is it their suffering is more picturesque? Must because their rags are so very Victorian The ones here at home just don't give it their best Last years troubles they shine up so prettily They gleam with a luster, they don't have today 'Cause here it's just dirty and violent and troubling Extra Last year's troubles Last year's troubles Trouble is still trouble and evil still evil Sometimes we wonder is there more now, or less? If we had a tool or could tally the handfulls Measure for measure it's the same would be my guess Last year's troubles Last year's troubles Last year's troubles Last year's troubles