Maggie thatcher fast

Words by Ben Jones Margaret Thatcher - A Tasteful Eulogy Today we mourn the passing Of Margaret Hilda Thatcher The Argies couldn't beat her Nor the I.R.A. dispatch her So in her loving memory I wrote this little song To ask about her life and death And why she took so long (To the tune of 'Que Sera, Sera) When I was just a little boy She was a bastard stealing my drink Stern looking jacket Serious wig Eyelids that never blink Burn in hell my dear There's no one to mourn you here The tears are insincere Burn in hell my dear Then I grew up and i learned more Unemployed miners, poll tax and vice Stole from the poorest Gave to the rich Warm as a block of ice Burn in hell my love We're partying far above That box fits you like a glove Burn in hell my love Then you retired and failed to die You left the country holding its breath Were you a vampire? Were you a sith? Had you a deal with death? But you're dead my sweet A nation will fail to weep They'll bury you nice and deep Concrete's fairly cheap Too soon?