Oh, we love you Mrs. Thatcher you're the darling of us all,
You're the curse of the Irish nation Fine Gael and Fianna Fail,
You've destroyed me hire purchase and you've put me on the dole,
If I could get me hands on you I'd kick you up the hole.

Oh, we love you Mrs. Thatcher, no one in this world can match her,
She's trying to take the vote away from the Paddies once again,
We're not worried about your blasted vote, your politicians gas,
You can keep them Mrs Thatcher. you can shove them up your ass.

Oh, we love you Mrs. Thatcher you're the cutest girl of all,
Such a pretty, fine and buxom sure the likes I should not recall,
When she holds negotiations things they always reach a hitch,
She's the world in ruination such a schemer, the old bitch.

Oh, we love you Mrs. Thatcher with your prices rising high,
And the work is getting awful scarce we're losing that's no lie,
Now you say that you don't want to stay you've been here long enough,
If I were a taxidermist, well, I would tell you to get stuffed.

Oh, we love you Mrs. Thatcher sure you know a trick or two
And when you come to Dublin we know just what you'll do
Sure, you'll dress up in your finery, you'll bitch with all your might,
And all of your fancy promise's they're just a load of shite.

Oh, we love you Mrs Thatcher like your old man loves a brew,
Such a lad your husband Denis when he's had a drink or two,
Sure he'll take a pint of Murphy's and a glass of Irish mist,
And because he sleeps with you each night no wonder he always pissed.

Oh, we love you Mrs. Thatcher you're the darling of us all,
You're the curse of the Irish nation Fine Gael and Fianna Fail,
You've destroyed me hire purchase and you've put me on the dole,
If I could get my hands on her I'd kick her up the hole.