ODE TO ?MAGGIES MILLIONS?                    K. Sharples



C                          G
Back in the late 70?s when Maggie came to power
Am                        Em
Her & her old cronies, oh what a useless shower
        F                                             
There?s some that won?t remember, when Britain it was great
Dm                            G7
To return now to them times I guess it?s just too late

       
C                                       G
She closed down all the coal mines, put millions out of work
Am                                 Em
What a thoughtless action brought about by this daft birk
 F
?Coal not dole? it was the cry of Arthur Scargils? men
    Dm                                G7
She said ?it?s all for progress?, but when will this begin?

C                         G
Many of these miners were left in poverty
Am                           Em
They were honest working men just like you & me
     F                                                
They toiled in danger underground providing Britain?s? fuels
      Dm                               G7
Till? Maggie put them on the dole just treating them like fools

    C                            G
She privatised the railways, the busses & the phones
Am                             Em
Leaving all the working men to pick upon the bones
       F
Of the caucuses of industries, when all hope was gone
Dm                             G7
Looking down her nose again at every single one

        C                       G
All the time she was feathering hers & her friends nest
Am                      Em
Telling us for England, she knew what was best
F
Created things called ?QANGO?s?, all chaired by her kind
     Dm                                G7
Who creamed off all the profits, while kissing her behind

      C                             G
There ended all apprenticeships coz industry was dead
Am                           Em      
Caring not one jot about how workers kids were fed
F
Telling us there?s work out there so get out on your bike
  Dm                               G7
I wish that she was here today I?d tell her ?take a hike??..(or words stronger!!)



    C                                G
The busses & the railway trains like clockwork used to run
       Am                              Em
?till public transport suffered at the muzzle of her gun
   F
No longer a public service it was all about the brass
    Dm                                    G7
The working man needs transport too, that bitch can kiss my ass

   C                          G
So when her final day is over I will go get pissed
    Am                           Em
And if I were a hit man she?d be there top of my list
     F
Give all ex-miners shovels, pick axes as well
        Dm                      G7
They?ll dig her her own tunnel, right direct to hell

    C                           G
But will old Satan want her, oh that I really doubt
Am                                  Em
Just like Britain?s furnaces she?ll put hells fires out
F
When that fatal day it comes we?ll all find out in turn
Dm              G7               C          Csus4 C
Maggie Thatcher you?re not fit to burn!