“The Mrs Thatcher Song“ - Irish Anti-Thatcher Song

sleepy joe is irish happy saint patrick ~~~【ＤＩＳＣＬＡＩＭＥＲ】~~~ If there are ads, blame the greedy ones at YouTube. I don’t own any of the music and images used in the video. This channel refuses to endorse or support any political ideology. ~~~【Ｉｎｆｏｒｍａｔｉｏｎ】~~~ Music: Sean Brady Lyrics: Sean Brady Performed: Alan Dean - Belfast Busker Lyrics: Oh, we love you Mrs. Thatcher You´re the darling of us all You’re the curse of the Irish nation Fine Gael and Fianna Fail 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 h*le Oh, we love you Mrs. Thatcher No one in this world can 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 a*s 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 b*tch 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 sh*te 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 Fine Gael and Fianna Fail 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 h*le