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

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

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

Onward Thatcher's soldiers, your job to fight...
"And, you know, I don't really give a toss if the is wrong or right,
My political neck means more to me than the lives of a 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 could certainly be said to have paid.
With unemployment at an all-time high and the falling apart
I, Winston Thatcher, reign in this great nations' heart."

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

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

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

Now Thatcher says... "Oh raunchy Ron, fought our war
Now it's your turn to prove yourself in El
I've employed Heseltine to deal with P.R.
an absolute prick, but a media star
He'll advocate the wisdom of our cruise plan
Then at last I'll have a penis just like other man
They can call it penis envy, but pay the price for it...
But the peasants are hungry Mags, "Let 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, all having fun?
Mums and dads happy as their kids play with
The media loved it, all's said and done...
"Britain's off the leash" said the Sun
As the Argies and Brits got or died
The bulldog turned around and 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 in the nuclear age
Four warning, what a shock,
balls to you rocket cock
You're old and you're ill and you're soon to die
You've got nothing to lose if you up the skies
You'd take us all you, yeah, it's tough at the top
You slop bucket, shit filled, puss ridden, death pimp snot..YAH