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Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the
fucklands

Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's
forces are coming

Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the
fucklands

Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's
forces are coming

Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the
fucklands

Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's
forces are coming

Fuck off to the Falklands for your sea-faring fun

Big man's jerk off dreamland, looking down the
barrel of a gun

Friggin' in the riggin' another imperialist farce

Another page of British history to wipe the
national arse

The royals donated Prince Andrew as a show of
their support

Was it just luck the only ship that wasn't struck
was the one on which he fought?

Three cheers for good old Andy, let's take a pic
for his mum

And stick it up the royal, stick it up the royal,
stick it up the royal album

Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the
fucklands

Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's
forces are coming

Onward Thatcher's soldiers, it's your job to
fight...

And, you know, I don't really give a toss if the
cause is wrong or right,

My political neck means more to me than the lives
of a thousand men,

If I felt it might be of use to me I'd do it all
over again.

The Falklands was really a coverup job to
obscured the mistakes I've made,

And you know I think gamble I took could
certainly be said to have paid.

With unemployment at an all-time high and the
country falling apart

I, Winston Thatcher, reign supreme in this great
nations' heart.

Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the
fucklands

Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's
forces are coming

While the men who fought her battles are still
expected to suffer

Thatcher proves in parliament that she's just a
fucking nutter

The iron lady's proved her metal, has struck with
her fist of steel

Has proved that a heart that is made out of lead
is a heart that doesn't feel

Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the
fucklands

Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's
forces are coming

Now Thatcher says... Oh raunchy Ron, we've fought
our war

Now it's your turn to prove yourself in El
Salvador

I've employed Micheal Heseltine to deal with P.R.

He's an absolute prick, but a media star

He'll advocate the wisdom of our cruise missile
plan

Then at last I'll have a penis just like every
other man

They can call it penis envy, but they'll pay the
price for it...

But the peasants are hungry Mags, Let them eat
shit

Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the
fucklands

Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's
forces are coming

Who the fuck cares, we're all having fun?

Mums and dads happy as their kids play with guns

The media loved it, when all's said and done...

Britain's bulldog's off the leash said the Sun

As the Argies and Brits got crippled or died

The bulldog turned around and crapped in our
eyes.

Brit wit, hypocrite, don't you yet realise

You're not playing with toys, you're playing with
lives...

You piss straight up in your self-righteous rage

Wilfs, goms and gimps in the nuclear age

Four minute warning, what a shock,

Well balls to you rocket cock

You're old and you're ill and you're soon going
to die

You've got nothing to lose if you fill up the
skies

You'd take us all with you, yeah, it's tough at
the top

You slop bucket, shit filled, puss ridden, death
pimp snot..YAH FUCK