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Sheep farming in the Falklands, in the fucklands
Fucking in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming
Sheep farming in the Falklands, in the fucklands
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's are coming
Sheep 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 jerk off dreamland, looking down the barrel of a gun
Friggin' in the riggin' another imperialist
Another page of British to wipe the national arse
The royals Prince Andrew as a show of their support
Was it just luck the only that wasn't struck was the one on which he fought?
Three cheers for good old Andy, take a pic for his mum
And stick it up the royal, stick it up the royal, stick it up the royal

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

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

Sheep farming in the Falklands, in the fucklands
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her forces are coming

the men who fought her battles are still expected to suffer
Thatcher proves in parliament that just a fucking nutter
The lady's proved her metal, has struck with her fist of steel
Has proved that a heart that is made out of is a heart that doesn't feel

Sheep farming in the Falklands, 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 turn to prove yourself in El Salvador
I've employed Micheal to deal with P.R.
He's an prick, but a media star
advocate the wisdom of our cruise missile plan
Then at last I'll a penis just like every other man
They can call it penis envy, but they'll pay the for it...
But the peasants are Mags, "Let them eat shit"

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

Who the fuck cares, we're all having
Mums and dads happy as kids play with guns
The media it, when all's said and done...
"Britain's bulldog's off the leash" the Sun
As the and Brits got crippled or died
The bulldog turned 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 your self-righteous
Wilfs, goms and in the nuclear 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 take us all with you, yeah, it's at the top
You slop bucket, shit filled, puss ridden, pimp snot..YAH FUCK