With dustbin lid blood shot eyes,

driven mad after eating beef pies,

about the Belgrano she told lies.

The working class she does despise.

That’s why the Tories loved the Mad Old Cow.

She’s as Dragon’s breath that stinks of gin

A just society would put her in a loony bin.

What she did to the Miners was a sin.

In Ireland shoot to kill:

There’s an election to win.

But that’s why the Tories loved the Crazy Old Cow.

In the Falklands War it was blood she did crave.

About Liverpool’s Militant Council she did rave.

She brought the Poll Tax in so the rich could save.

New Labour follows her policies like a slave.

That’s why Tony Blair loves the Bloody Old Cow.

When you see her having tea with a dictator,

You know you have a good reason to hate her.
That’s why people would line up in every town

to be the one that gets to put her down.