The Tory Blues

Tory Blues

Stop all the protesters, cut off their mobile telephones
Prevent them all from whinging. Confiscate their eggs and stones.
Fire up the Daily Mail and with muffled drum
Bring out her coffin, let the mourners come.

The liberal leftwing media keep moaning in our heads
Scribbling on their front pages the message
Ding Dong the wicked old witch is Dead,
While the rest of the country dies a death from 1000 cuts
Pour out 10 million for her funeral..lets have no 'ifs' or 'buts'..

She was our Tory North, our South, our East and West,
Our working week and our Sunday rest,
Our noon, our midnight, our talk, our song,
Till we stabbed her in the back and now she is gone

The miners are not wanted now, get rid of every one;
Pack up the Eurozone but never dismantle The Sun;
Pour away the unions and soak up Orgreaves blood.
And let’s have a massive barney over whether she was bad or good.