What me worry? I should care,
Shit for brains, wire for hair
I seen the future and I ain’t there
Things are gonna get worse.

Velcro slippers and a spandex waistband,
Washed up on planet wasteland,
Zipped up like a nylon spaceman,
Things are gonna get worse.

Things are gonna get worse, nurse,
Things are gonna get rotten,
Make that hearse reverse nurse,
I’m trying to remember everything that I’ve forgotten,

I’m a menace in the books,
I was good in the air,
Now I can’t get up from an easy chair,
The doctor told me, “oh yeah, things are gonna get worse.”

Things are gonna get worse, nurse,
Things are gonna get crappy,
Color me perverse nurse,
Bad news always makes me happy,

The money’s gone, there’s just the muck,
Social services passed the buck,
How bad does it gotta suck?
Things are gonna get worse.

Things are gonna get worse, nurse,
Things are gonna get dismal,
Smite me with a curse, nurse,
Make it something real abysmal,

All that’s left is the taste of soup,
Afternoon reruns of F Troop
A painful frame with a built in stoop
Things are gonna get worse.

Things are gonna get worse, nurse,
I ain’t optimistic,
With a mouth like a purse, nurse,
And a bungalow smellin’ of piss and biscuits,

Life’s a bitch, it’s a bit rich,
Doubled up with a permanent stitch,
Any kind of effort will be so last ditch,
Things are gonna get worse.

Young people make me swear,
You can’t take me anywhere.
I’m like a breath of fetid air
A walking one-man medical scare,
Things are gonna get worse.

Things are gonna get worse, nurse,
Murder by statistics,
Take us back to the first verse,
The last one’s just too pessimistic

Euthanasia – that sounds good,
An Alpine neutral neighborhood,
Then back to Britain all dressed in wood,
Things were gonna get worse.

- John Cooper Clarke