🎵 Verse 1 The kettle’s on, the news is grim, Asteroids fall while we sip and grin, London burns with gentle charm, We toast the chaos, arm in arm. 🎵 Pre-Chorus Sirens singing soft and low, But we queue up nice and slow, If this is our last soirée, We’ll make it quite comme il faut. 🎵 Chorus Tea at the end of the world, my dear, No panic, just another year, With sugar, milk, and irony, We’ll fade with proper dignity. Raise your cup as comets fly— Pinkies up, we won’t deny, That even as the skies unfurl… We’ll have tea at the end of the world. 🎵 Verse 2 Parliament tilts into the Thames, But we still chat about the gems We bought on sale last Saturday— “End times, yes, but lovely day.” Barristas serve their final brew, A latte for the chosen few, A biscuit breaks, the heavens roar, We sweep the crumbs from marble floor. 🎵 Pre-Chorus Chaos dancing in the street, Yet we keep our calm and seat, If we must go, we’ll go in style— A stiff upper lip, and a tired smile. 🎵 Chorus Tea at the end of the world, my dear, No panic, just another year, With sugar, milk, and irony, We’ll fade with proper dignity. Raise your cup as comets fly— Pinkies up, we won’t deny, That even as the skies unfurl… We’ll have tea at the end of the world. 🎵 Bridge – Dramatic Orchestral Satire Steam is rising, ticking clocks, Big Ben chiming through the shocks, If doom arrives, we’ll greet it well— “Care for Earl Grey?” as meteors fell. 🎵 Final Chorus (Grand, Choir Backing) Tea at the end of the world, my dear, The perfect way to disappear, With sugar, milk, and irony, We’ll bow out with civility. Raise your cups as stars collide— Hand in hand, our last joyride, And as the final light is hurled… We’ll have tea at the end of the world.
