Mrs. Thatcher - Irish Anti-Thatcher Song

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Lyrics:
Oh, we love you Mrs. Thatcher
You´re the darling of us all
You’re the curse of the Irish nation
Fianna Fail and Fine Gael
You´ve destroyed me hired purchase
And you put me on the dole
If I could get my hands on you
I´d kick you up the hole

Oh, we love you Mrs. Thatcher
No one here can ever match her
She tried to take the vote away
from the Paddies once again
We’re not worried about your blasted votes
Nor your politician's 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 pretty fine and buxom
Sure the likes she'll not recall
When she holds negotiations
Things the always reach a hitch
She’s the world in ruination
Such a schemer the old bitch

Oh, we love you Mrs. Thatcher
With your 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
Well, I'd tell you to get stuffed

Oh, we love you Mrs. Thatcher
Sure you know a trick or two
And when you come to Dublin
We'll know just what you'll do
Sure, You´ll dress up in your finery
You'll bitch with all your might
And all of your fancy promises
Are just a load of shite

Oh, we love you Mrs. Thatcher
Like your old man likes the brew
Such a lad this 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 curse of the Irish nation
Fianna Fail and Fine Gael
You´ve destroyed me hired purchase
And you put me on the dole
If I could get me hands on you
I´d kick you up the hole