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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 are coming

off to the Falklands for your sea-faring fun
Big man's jerk off dreamland, down the barrel of a gun
Friggin' in the riggin' another imperialist
Another page of British history to wipe the arse
The royals donated Prince Andrew as a of their support
Was it just luck the only ship that wasn't struck was the one on he fought?
Three 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

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

Onward Thatcher's soldiers, it's job to fight...
"And, you know, I really give a toss if the cause is wrong or right,
My political neck means more to me than the 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 mistakes made,
And you know I gamble I took could certainly be said to have paid.
With at an all-time high and the country falling apart
I, Winston Thatcher, reign in this great nations' heart."

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

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

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

Now Thatcher says... "Oh raunchy Ron, fought our war
Now your turn to prove yourself in El Salvador
I've employed Micheal to deal with P.R.
an absolute prick, but a media star
He'll advocate the wisdom of our cruise missile
Then at last have a penis just like every other man
They can call it envy, but they'll pay the price 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 their kids with guns
The media loved it, when said and done...
"Britain's off the leash" said the Sun
As the Argies and Brits got or died
The bulldog around and crapped in our eyes.
wit, hypocrite, don't you yet realise
You're not playing toys, you're playing with lives...
You piss up in your self-righteous rage
Wilfs, goms and gimps in the age
Four warning, what a shock,
Well balls to you cock
old and you're ill and you're soon going to die
You've got to lose if you fill up the skies
You'd us all with you, yeah, it's tough at the top
You slop bucket, shit filled, puss ridden, death pimp snot..YAH