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ODE TO âMAGGIES MILLIONSâ K. Sharples
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Back in the late 70âs when Maggie came to power
Am Em
Her & her old cronies, oh what a useless shower
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Thereâs some that wonât remember, when Britain it was great
Dm G7
To return now to them times I guess itâs just too late
C G
She closed down all the coal mines, put millions out of work
Am Em
What a thoughtless action brought about by this daft birk
F
âCoal not doleâ it was the cry of Arthur Scargilsâ men
Dm G7
She said âitâs all for progressâ, but when will this begin?
C G
Many of these miners were left in poverty
Am Em
They were honest working men just like you & me
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They toiled in danger underground providing Britainâsâ fuels
Dm G7
Tillâ Maggie put them on the dole just treating them like fools
C G
She privatised the railways, the busses & the phones
Am Em
Leaving all the working men to pick upon the bones
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Of the caucuses of industries, when all hope was gone
Dm G7
Looking down her nose again at every single one
C G
All the time she was feathering hers & her friends nest
Am Em
Telling us for England, she knew what was best
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Created things called âQANGOâsâ, all chaired by her kind
Dm G7
Who creamed off all the profits, while kissing her behind
C G
There ended all apprenticeships coz industry was dead
Am Em
Caring not one jot about how workers kids were fed
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Telling us thereâs work out there so get out on your bike
Dm G7
I wish that she was here today Iâd tell her âtake a hikeââ¦..(or words stronger!!)
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The busses & the railway trains like clockwork used to run
Am Em
âtill public transport suffered at the muzzle of her gun
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No longer a public service it was all about the brass
Dm G7
The working man needs transport too, that bitch can kiss my ass
C G
So when her final day is over I will go get pissed
Am Em
And if I were a hit man sheâd be there top of my list
F
Give all ex-miners shovels, pick axes as well
Dm G7
Theyâll dig her her own tunnel, right direct to hell
C G
But will old Satan want her, oh that I really doubt
Am Em
Just like Britainâs furnaces sheâll put hells fires out
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When that fatal day it comes weâll all find out in turn
Dm G7 C Csus4 C
Maggie Thatcher youâre not fit to burn!
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