[Verse]
They have voted for another,
Maggie's bottom of the poll,
Well, she's nothing left to do now,
But sign off at the dole,
Kicked out on her hole.

In the Falklands and in Ulster,
She went in with guns ablaze,
But like any dried out cow, now,
They've sent her out to graze,
God above we praise.

[Chorus]
Oh, I'd love to shove her,
I'd love to shove her once! (Where?)
Off Mount Errigal,
I'd love to shove her,
I'd love to shove her once! (Where?)
Off Mount Errigal,
Gone, Maggie Thatcher is gone!
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, gone,
Maggie Thatcher is gone!

[Verse]
She was the iron lady who,
Spoke for the British nation,
Since they sent her to the scrapyard,
Her mouth has constipation.

And her silence in in contrast to the politicians here,
Charlie Haughey and Ian Paisley,
Both have verbal diarrhea,
Talking from their rear.

[Chorus]
Oh, I'd love to shove her,
I'd love to shove her once! (Where?)
Off Mount Errigal,
I'd love to shove her,
I'd love to shove her once! (Where?)
Off Mount Errigal,,
Gone, Maggie Thatcher is gone!
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, gone,
Maggie Thatcher is gone!

[Verse]
After thirty years of service,
Her love life can begin,
She can stay at home with Denis now,
And help him get it in,
I'm talking bout the gin.

Will she think of former glory,
Now she's nothing else to do?
Will she often think of Brighton,
When she's sitting on the loo?
What a chance we blew.

[Chorus]
Oh, I'd love to shove her,
I'd love to shove her once! (Where?)
Off Mount Errigal,
I'd love to shove her,
I'd love to shove her once! (Where?)
Off Mount Errigal,
Gone, Maggie Thatcher is gone!
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, gone,
Maggie Thatcher is gone!

[Verse]
They're going to hang her picture,
In the Tory hall of fame,
Though there's many people that I know,
Who would spit upon her name.

All the tragedy and death she caused,
Lives on though years may pass
Sure, the Provos won't be happy,
Till she's six foot under grass,
Semtex up her ass.

[Chorus]
Oh, I'd love to shove her,
I'd love to shove her once! (Where?)
Off Mount Errigal,
I'd love to shove her,
I'd love to shove her once! (Where?)
Off Mount Errigal,
Gone, Maggie Thatcher is gone!
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, gone,
Maggie Thatcher is gone!

[Outro]
They have voted for another,
She can go and kiss my.