Difficult And Dangerous Times
No one can deny that these are difficult times
No one can deny that these are difficult times
Ms. Vassey
Mr. Molokov
It's the U.S. vs. U.S.S.R.
Yet we more or less are
No one can deny that these are difficult times
To our credit, putting all that aside
We have swallowed our pride
These are very dangerous and difficult times!
It really doesn't matter who comes out on top
Who gets the chop
No-one's way of life is threatened by a flop
But we're gonna smash their bastards!
Make him want to change his name
Take him to the cleaners and devastate him
Wipe him up, humilate him
We don't want the whole world saying
"They can't even win a game"
We have never reckoned on coming second
There's no use in losing
It's the red flag up against stars and stripes
But we're peace loving types.
No one can deny that these are difficult times
It's a sweet, hail-fellow, well-met affair
For both eagle and bear
These are very dangerous and difficult times
For those who say that this is not a friendly clash
Don't be so rash
I assure you comrades, that is balderdash
What a load of whinging peasants!
Thinking they win, they can't!
What an exhibition of self-delusion
This one's a foregone conclusion
But enough of all this beating
Round the bushes of detente
We intend to collar the Yankee dollar
We will smash them
Trash them.
How good to feel that as this great event begins
It underpins
Our quest for peace--
The bonds of common interest
Of East and West.
As long as our man wins.
As long as our man wins.
No one can deny that these are difficult times
Ms. Vassey
Mr. Molokov
It's the U.S. vs. U.S.S.R.
Yet we more or less are
No one can deny that these are difficult times
To our credit, putting all that aside
We have swallowed our pride
These are very dangerous and difficult times!
It really doesn't matter who comes out on top
Who gets the chop
No-one's way of life is threatened by a flop
But we're gonna smash their bastards!
Make him want to change his name
Take him to the cleaners and devastate him
Wipe him up, humilate him
We don't want the whole world saying
"They can't even win a game"
We have never reckoned on coming second
There's no use in losing
It's the red flag up against stars and stripes
But we're peace loving types.
No one can deny that these are difficult times
It's a sweet, hail-fellow, well-met affair
For both eagle and bear
These are very dangerous and difficult times
For those who say that this is not a friendly clash
Don't be so rash
I assure you comrades, that is balderdash
What a load of whinging peasants!
Thinking they win, they can't!
What an exhibition of self-delusion
This one's a foregone conclusion
But enough of all this beating
Round the bushes of detente
We intend to collar the Yankee dollar
We will smash them
Trash them.
How good to feel that as this great event begins
It underpins
Our quest for peace--
The bonds of common interest
Of East and West.
As long as our man wins.
As long as our man wins.
Credits
Writer(s): Tim Rice, Benny Goran Bror Andersson, Bjoern K. Ulvaeus
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