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