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

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

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

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

Sheep 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 that she's a fucking nutter
The iron lady's her metal, has struck with her fist of steel
Has proved a heart that is made out of lead 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 your turn to prove 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 missile plan
Then at last I'll have a penis just like 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 in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands
Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's are coming

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