Suzanne Vega Follow

Last year's troubles
Last year's troubles

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 [Jin? (alcohol)]

Over here the petticoats of
Ladies of virtue
You can hardly tell them from the
Petticoats of sin

Last year's troubles
Last year's troubles

Look at all the waifs of
Dickensian England
Why is it their suffering seems
More picturesque?

Must because their rags are
So very Victorian
The ones here at homes just don't
Give it their best

Last year's troubles they
Shine up so prettily they
Gleam with a luster they
Don't have today

Cause here it's just dirty
And violent and troubling
etcetera...

Last year's troubles
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
Talley the handfuls
Measure for measure
It's the same, but be my guest

Last year's troubles
Last year's troubles