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

off to the Falklands for your sea-faring fun
Big man's jerk off dreamland, looking the barrel of a gun
Friggin' in the riggin' another imperialist
page of British history to wipe the national arse
The royals donated Andrew as a show of their support
Was it just luck the only ship 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 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 might be of use to me I'd do it all 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 supreme in this nations' heart."

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

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

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

Now Thatcher says... "Oh raunchy Ron, we've our war
Now it's your to prove yourself in El Salvador
I've employed Micheal Heseltine to deal P.R.
He's an absolute prick, but a star
He'll advocate the wisdom of our cruise missile
Then at I'll have a penis just like every other man
They can call it penis envy, but they'll pay the for it...
But the are hungry 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 fun?
Mums and dads happy as their kids play guns
The media loved it, when all's and done...
"Britain's bulldog's off the leash" the Sun
As the and Brits got crippled or died
The turned around and crapped in our eyes.
Brit wit, hypocrite, don't you yet
not playing with 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 rocket
You're old and you're ill and you're soon to die
You've got to lose if you fill 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