Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the
fucklands Fucking sheep in the homelands, her
majesty's forces are coming Sheep farming in the
Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands Fucking
sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are
coming Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming
in the fucklands Fucking sheep in the homelands,
her majesty's forces are coming

Fuck off to the Falklands for your sea-faring fun
Big man's jerk off dreamland, looking down the
barrel of a gun Friggin' in the riggin' another
imperialist farce Another page of British history
to wipe the national arse The royals donated
Prince Andrew as a show of their support Was it
just luck the only ship that wasn't struck was the
one on which he fought? Three cheers for good old
Andy, let's take a pic for his mum And stick it up
the royal, stick it up the royal, stick it up the
royal album

Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the
fucklands Fucking sheep in the homelands, her
majesty's forces are coming

Onward Thatcher's soldiers, it's your job to
fight... "And, you know, I don't really give
a toss if the cause is wrong or right, My
political neck means more to me than the lives of
a thousand men, If I felt it might be of use to me
I'd do it all over again. The Falklands was really
a coverup job to obscured the mistakes I've made,
And you know I think gamble I took could certainly
be said to have paid. With unemployment at an
all-time high and the country falling apart I,
Winston Thatcher, reign supreme in this great
nations' heart."

Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the
fucklands Fucking sheep in the homelands, her
majesty's forces are coming

While the men who fought her battles are still
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that she's just a fucking nutter The iron lady's
proved her metal, has struck with her fist of
steel Has proved that a heart that is made out of
lead is a heart that doesn't feel

Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the
fucklands Fucking sheep in the homelands, her
majesty's forces are coming

Now Thatcher says... "Oh raunchy Ron, we've
fought our war Now it's your turn to prove
yourself in El Salvador I've employed Micheal
Heseltine to deal with P.R. He's an absolute
prick, but a media star He'll advocate the wisdom
of our cruise missile plan Then at last I'll have
a penis just like every other man They can call it
penis envy, but they'll pay the price for it...
But the peasants are hungry Mags, "Let them
eat shit"

Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the
fucklands Fucking sheep in the homelands, her
majesty's forces are coming

Who the fuck cares, we're all having fun? Mums and
dads happy as their kids play with guns The media
loved it, when all's said and done...
"Britain's bulldog's off the leash" said
the Sun As the Argies and Brits got crippled or
died The bulldog turned around and crapped in our
eyes. Brit wit, hypocrite, don't you yet realise
You're not playing with toys, you're playing with
lives... You piss straight up in your
self-righteous rage Wilfs, goms and gimps in the
nuclear age Four minute warning, what a shock,
Well balls to you rocket cock You're old and
you're ill and you're soon going to die You've got
nothing to lose if you fill up the skies You'd
take us all with you, yeah, it's tough at the top
You slop bucket, shit filled, puss ridden, death
pimp snot..YAH FUCK