Come in Mrs Thatcher, the Good Lord spoke
The waiting’s been long for me and my folk
You may have ruled while you were down there,
But I’ve something to say, so sit in that chair.
You stole the milk from every child
But all you did was smirk and smile
You poisoned the rivers that ran into my seas
While you and your cronies drank Gin and T’s
Your only thought was that of greed
You couldn’t care less for my people’s need
You tried to break up the health service, so they had no cure
No though in your mind for Britain’s poor
Gas and electric are ridiculous because of your greed
Some old folk are struggling to feed
You charged for the water I sent down free
So you see, Mrs Thatcher, this is no place for thee.
So get off my throne and go down below
Report to Old Nick and give the fire a blow
Don’t ask for help ‘cos the answer is no
You should remember lass, tyou reap what you sow.
You thought at one time you were Queen
Now you’re only another has-been
Some will be sad, others rejoice
With you in charge we had no choice.