Belfast Busker - Alan Dean (by Sean Brady) - Mrs Thatcher Song | Текст песни

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• Belfast Busker - Alan Dean (by Sean Brady)
• Mrs Thatcher Song

Oh, we love you Mrs. Thatcher
You´re the darling of us all
You’re the curse of the Irish nation
Fianna Fail and Fine Gael
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 hole

Oh, we love you Mrs. Thatcher
No one here can ever match her
She tried to take the vote away
from the Irish once again
We’re not worried about you hired guns
Nor your plastic or your gas
You can keep them Mrs. Thatcher
You can stick them up your ass

Oh, we love you Mrs. Thatcher
You ´re the cutest girl of all
Such a biddy fine and buxom
Sure the likes you can´t recall
When she holds negotiations
Things the always reach a hitch
She’s the world in ruination
Such a schemer the old bitch

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 will not stay
You´ve been here long enough
If I were the taxidermist
I would tell you to get stuffed

Oh, we love you Mrs. Thatcher
Sure you know a trick or two
And when you came to Dublin
Well we all know what to do
You´ll dress up in your finery
And bitch with all your might
And all your fancy promise´s
Is just a load of shite

Oh, we love you Mrs. Thatcher
Like your old man likes the brew
Such a lad your husband Denis
When he´s had a drink or two
He´ll take a pint of Guinness
and glass of irish mist
And because he sleeps with you each night
no wonder hes so pissed

Oh, we love you Mrs. Thatcher
You´re the darling of us all
You’re the curse of the Irish nation
Fianna Fail and Fine Gael
You´ve destroyed me hired purchase
And you put me on the dole
If I could get me hands on you
I´d kick you up the hole