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 
 
look at all the waifs of Dickensian England 
why is it their suffering is more picturesque? 
must be cause 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 pretty 
they gleam with a luster they don't have today 
here it's just dirty and violent and troubling 
 
last year's troubles  
 
but 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 handfuls 
measure for measure it's the same would be my guess