ODE TO âMAGGIES MILLIONSâ K. Sharples
Back in the late 70âs when Maggie came to power
Her & her old cronies, oh what a useless shower
Thereâs some that wonât remember, when Britain it was great
To return now to them times I guess itâs 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
âCoal not doleâ it was the cry of Arthur Scargilsâ men
She said âitâs all for progressâ, 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 Britainâsâ fuels
Tillâ 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 âQANGOâsâ, 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 thereâs work out there so get out on your bike
I wish that she was here today Iâd tell her âtake a hikeââ¦..(or words stronger!!)
The busses & the railway trains like clockwork used to run
âtill 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 sheâd be there top of my list
Give all ex-miners shovels, pick axes as well
Theyâll dig her her own tunnel, right direct to hell
But will old Satan want her, oh that I really doubt
Just like Britainâs furnaces sheâll put hells fires out
When that fatal day it comes weâll all find out in turn
Maggie Thatcher youâre not fit to burn!