Oh we love you Mrs Thatcher,
you're the darling of us all;
you're the course of irish nation
Fine Gael and Fianna Fail.
You've destroyed me by hire purchase
and you've put me on the dole,
if I could only get my hands on you
I'd kick you up the hole.
Oh we love you Mrs Thatcher,
no one in this world can match her;
but she's trying to take the vote away
from the paddies once again;
we're not worried about your blasted vote,
nor your politicians gas;
you can keep them Mrs Thatcher
you can stick them up your ass.
Oh we love you Mrs Thatcher,
you're the cutest girl of all;
such a biddy fine and buxom
sure the likes you'll not recall;
when she hold negotiations
things they always reach a hitch;
she's the world in ruination
such a schemer the old bitch.
Oh we love you Mrs Thatcher,
with the prices rising high,
and the work is getting awful scarce
we're losing that's no lie:
now you say that you don't want to stay
you've been here long enough;
if I were a taxidermist
I would tell you to get stuffed.
Oh we love you Mrs Thatcher,
sure you know a trick or two;
and when You come to Dublin
well we know just what you'll do;
you'll dress up in your finery
and bitch with all your might,
and all your fancy promises
are just a load of shit.
Oh we love you Mrs Thatcher,
like your old man likes a brew;
such a lad your husband Denis
when he's had a drink or two.
Sure he'll take a pint of Murphy's
and a glass of Irish Mist
and because he sleeps with you each night
no wonder he's always pissed.
Oh we love you Mrs Thatcher,
you're the darling of us all;
you're the course of irish nation
Fine Gael and Fianna Fail.
You've destroyed me by hire purchase
and you've put me on the dole,
if I could only get my hands on you
I'd kick you up the hole.
you're the darling of us all;
you're the course of irish nation
Fine Gael and Fianna Fail.
You've destroyed me by hire purchase
and you've put me on the dole,
if I could only get my hands on you
I'd kick you up the hole.
Oh we love you Mrs Thatcher,
no one in this world can match her;
but she's trying to take the vote away
from the paddies once again;
we're not worried about your blasted vote,
nor your politicians gas;
you can keep them Mrs Thatcher
you can stick them up your ass.
Oh we love you Mrs Thatcher,
you're the cutest girl of all;
such a biddy fine and buxom
sure the likes you'll not recall;
when she hold negotiations
things they always reach a hitch;
she's the world in ruination
such a schemer the old bitch.
Oh we love you Mrs Thatcher,
with the prices rising high,
and the work is getting awful scarce
we're losing that's no lie:
now you say that you don't want to stay
you've been here long enough;
if I were a taxidermist
I would tell you to get stuffed.
Oh we love you Mrs Thatcher,
sure you know a trick or two;
and when You come to Dublin
well we know just what you'll do;
you'll dress up in your finery
and bitch with all your might,
and all your fancy promises
are just a load of shit.
Oh we love you Mrs Thatcher,
like your old man likes a brew;
such a lad your husband Denis
when he's had a drink or two.
Sure he'll take a pint of Murphy's
and a glass of Irish Mist
and because he sleeps with you each night
no wonder he's always pissed.
Oh we love you Mrs Thatcher,
you're the darling of us all;
you're the course of irish nation
Fine Gael and Fianna Fail.
You've destroyed me by hire purchase
and you've put me on the dole,
if I could only get my hands on you
I'd kick you up the hole.
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