Merry Christmas Maggie Thatcher - Elton John

you hear it in the distance

Can you sense it far away

Is it old Rudolph the reindeer

Is it Santa on his sleigh

It’s heading up to Easington

It’s coming down the Tyne

Oh it’s bloddy Maggie Thatcher

And Michael Heseltine

So merry Christmas Maggie Thatcher

May God’s love be with you

We all sing together in one breath

Merry Christmas Maggie Thatcher

We all celebrate today

'Cause it’s one day closer to your death

They’ve come to raid your stockings

And to steal your Christmas pud

But don’t be too downhearted

It’s all for your own good

The economic infrastructure

Must be swept away

To make way for call centres

And lower rates of pay

And they’ve brought their fascist boot boys

And they’ve brought the boys in blue

And the whole Trade Union Congress

Will be at the party too

And they’ll all hold hands together

All standing in a line

'Cause they’re privatising Santa

This merry Christmas time

Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Heseltine

You’re a tosser, you’re a tosser

And you’re just a Tory Swine