(Intro) [Verse 1] The old ones knew how quickly fear could spread, They'd seen the panic printed, baked and fed. The mad cows once had everyone afraid, While daily papers made their fortune paid. Then bird flu came and swine flu had its day, With experts telling us to stay away. The headlines screamed of danger from the skies, And every cough was cause to theorise. [Chorus] The old ones knew, The old ones knew— “Here we go again!” [Verse 2] Foot-and-mouth sent farmers into despair, While television counted beasts laid bare. The figures rose, the figures fell, then rose, While politicians struck their worried pose. Each crisis brought a graph, a new decree, And someone claimed that this was “science,” see? The old ones simply raised a knowing brow: “We've heard this bloody story once before by now.” [Chorus] The old ones knew, The old ones knew— “Here we go again!” [Verse 3] Then came the plague that filled the evening news, With daily charts and ever-changing views. The old ones watched the ritual unfold: The fear, the rules, the stories being told. They'd lived through scares before and watched them fade, And wondered why such spectacles were made. They raised a question—nothing more, nothing less— And suddenly they found themselves addressed. [Chorus] The old ones knew, The old ones knew— “Here we go again!” [Bridge] Was it a plot? Perhaps—or simply fear? Was someone pulling strings? Was no one there? Was every warning true, or merely spun? Or had we all forgotten how to run? The trouble starts when certainty takes hold: One side knows the truth; the other has been sold. So check the facts, and question what you hear— But don't mistake suspicion for a seer. [Verse 4] I watch the headlines now with raised eyebrow, I check three different sources before I buy. I trust no guru merely dressed in white, Nor every uncle forwarding at night. Perhaps the old ones knew; perhaps they guessed, Perhaps they simply weren't so easily impressed. But when the next great panic comes to town, I'll make some tea—and watch the circus drown. [Final Chorus] The old ones knew, The old ones knew— “Here we go again!” The old ones knew, The old ones knew— “Here we go again!” [Outro] Another plague, another graph, Another expert with a photograph. Another urgent message from above— “Here we go again!” (Outro)
