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

Fuck off to the for your sea-faring fun
Big man's jerk off dreamland, looking the barrel of a gun
Friggin' in the riggin' another farce
Another page of history to wipe the national arse
The royals donated Prince Andrew as a show of support
Was it just luck the only ship wasn't struck was the one on which he fought?
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 album

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

Thatcher's soldiers, it's your job to fight...
"And, you know, I don't really give a toss if the is wrong or right,
My political 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 again.
The Falklands was really a job to obscured the mistakes I've made,
And you know I gamble I took could certainly be said to have paid.
unemployment at an all-time high and the country falling apart
I, Winston Thatcher, supreme in this great nations' heart."

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

While the men who fought her battles are still to suffer
Thatcher proves in parliament that just a fucking nutter
The iron lady's proved her metal, has with her fist of steel
Has proved that a heart that is made out of lead is a heart that feel

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

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

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

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