Cra** - Sheep Farming In The Falklands lyrics

Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the f**lands f**ing sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the f**lands f**ing sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the f**lands f**ing sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming f** off to the Falklands for your sea-faring fun Big man's jerk off dreamland, looking down the barrel of a gun Friggin' in the riggin' another imperialist farce Another page of British history to wipe the national arse The royals donated Prince Andrew as a show of their support Was it just luck the only ship that wasn't struck was the one on which he fought? Three cheers for good old Andy, let's take a pic for his mum And stick it up the royal, stick it up the royal, stick it up the royal album Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the f**lands f**ing sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming Onward Thatcher's soldiers, it's your job to fight... "And, you know, I don't really give a toss if the cause is wrong or right, My political neck means more to me than the lives of a thousand men, If I felt it might be of use to me I'd do it all over again. The Falklands was really a coverup job to obscured the mistakes I've made, And you know I think gamble I took could certainly be said to have paid. With unemployment at an all-time high and the country falling apart I, Winston Thatcher, reign supreme in this great nations' heart." Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the f**lands f**ing sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming While the men who fought her battles are still expected to suffer Thatcher proves in parliament that she's just a f**ing nutter The iron lady's proved her metal, has struck with her fist of steel Has proved that a heart that is made out of lead is a heart that doesn't feel Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the f**lands f**ing sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming Now Thatcher says... "Oh raunchy Ron, we've fought our war Now it's your turn to prove yourself in El Salvador I've employed Micheal Heseltine to deal with P.R. He's an absolute prick, but a media star He'll advocate the wisdom of our cruise missile plan Then at last I'll have a penis just like every other man They can call it penis envy, but they'll pay the price for it... But the peasants are hungry Mags, "Let them eat sh**" Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the f**lands f**ing sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming Who the f** cares, we're all having fun? Mums and dads happy as their kids play with guns The media loved it, when all's said and done... "Britain's bulldog's off the leash" said the Sun As the Argies and Brits got crippled or died The bulldog turned around and crapped in our eyes. Brit wit, hypocrite, don't you yet realise You're not playing with toys, you're playing with lives... You piss straight up in your self-righteous rage Wilfs, goms and gimps in the nuclear age Four minute warning, what a shock, Well balls to you rocket co*k You're old and you're ill and you're soon going to die You've got nothing to lose if you fill up the skies You'd take us all with you, yeah, it's tough at the top You slop bucket, sh** filled, puss ridden, d**h pimp snot..YAH fu*k