You Thatcherites by name, lend an ear, lend an ear

You Thatcherites by name lend an ear

You Thatcherites by name, your faults I will proclaim,

Your doctrines I must blame, you will hear, you will hear

Your doctrines I must blame, you will hear



You privatise away what is ours, what is ours

You privatise away what is ours

You privatise away and then you make us pay

We'll take it back some day, mark my words, mark my words

We'll take it back some day, mark my words



The scabs they hide their faces in shame, yes in shame

The scabs they hide their faces in shame

They hide away in shame but we recall their names

And they know they'll share the blame for it all, for it all

They know they'll share the blame for it all



Your leader she has gone to the Lords, to the Lords

Your leader, she has gone to the Lords

Your Leader she has gone, but she's left us Little John

And he's barely hanging on by his nails, by his nails

He's barely hanging on by his nails