I'd Love To Shove Her The Irish Brigade

D]They have voted for another,
Maggie's bottom of the [G]poll.
She's nothing left to do now
But sign off on the [D]dole,
Kicked out on here[A] hole.

Then[D] the Falklands and in Ulster,
She went in with guns a[G]blaze
But like any dried out cow now
They sent her out to [D]graze
God above be [A]prased.

Chorus.
Oh [D]I'd love to shove her
I'd love to shove her [G]once,
[Where] Off Mount Errigal
Oh [D]I'd love to shove her
I'd love to shove her [G]once,
Off Mount Errigal,[C] gone
Maggie Thatcher is [D]gone
Oh Oh gone, Maggie Thatcher is [C]gone

She was the iron lady
Who spoke for The British Nation
Since they sent her to the scrap yard
Her mouth has constipation
And her silence in in contrast
To the politicians here.
Charlie Haughey and Ina Paisley
Both have verbal diarrhea
Talking from their rear.

Oh I'd love to shove her
I'd love to shove her once,
[Where] Off Mount Errigal
Oh I'd love to shove her
I'd love to shove her once,
Off Mount Errigal, gone
Maggie Tatcher is gone
Oh Oh gone, Maggie Thatcher is gone.

After thirty years of service,
Her love life can begin
She can stay at home with Denis
And help him get his in,
I'm talking 'bout the chin
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.

Their going to hang her picture
In the Tory hall of fame,
Though there's many people that I know
Wouldn't spit upon her name
Oh the tragedies and death she caused
All those years long past
Sure the Provos. wont be happy
'till she's six foot under grass
Semtex up her ass.

Oh I'd love to shove her
I'd love to shove her once,
[Where] Off Mount Errigal
Oh I'd love to shove her
I'd love to shove her once,
Off Mount Errigal, gone
Maggie Thatcher is gone
Oh Oh gone, Maggie Thatcher is gone

They have voted for another
She can go and kiss ,,,,,