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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!