Merry Christmas Maggie Thatcher

I know we've been out on strike for eight months now

But don't worry

We're gonna have the best bloody Christmas party we've ever had

Hey, Santa?

What, ah?

Can you hear it in the distance?

Can you sense it far away?

Is it old Rudolph the Reindeer?

Is it Santa on his sleigh?

It's heading up to Easington

It's coming down the Tyne

Oh! It's bloody Maggie Thatcher

And Michael Heseltine

So Merry Christmas, Maggie Thatcher

May God's love be with you

We all sing together in one breath

Ohhhh!

Merry Christmas, Maggie Thatcher

We all celebrate today

'Cause it's one day closer to your death

They've come to raid your stockings

And to steal your Christmas pud

But don't be too downhearted

It's all for your own good

The economic infrastructure

Must be swept away

To make way for business parks

And lower rates of pay

So Merry Christmas, Maggie Thatcher

May God's love be with you

We all sing together in one breath

Merry Christmas, Maggie Thatcher

We all celebrate today

'Cause it's one day closer to your death

And they've brought their fascist bootboys

And they've brought the boys in blue

And the whole Trade Union Congress

Will be at the party too

And they'll all hold hands together

All standing in a line

'Cause they're privatising Santa

This merry Christmastime

So Merry Christmas, Maggie Thatcher

May God's love be with you

We all sing together in one breath

Merry Christmas, Maggie Thatcher

We all celebrate today

'Cause it's one day closer to your death

Merry Christmas, Maggie Thatcher

May God's love be with you

We all sing together in one breath

Merry Christmas, Maggie Thatcher

We all celebrate today

'Cause it's one day closer to your death

Oh my darling, oh my darling

Oh my darling Heseltine

You're a tosser, you're a wanker

And you're just a Tory swine