| you hear it in the distance
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| Can you sense it far away
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| Is it old Rudolph the reindeer
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| Is it Santa on his sleigh
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| It’s heading up to Easington
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| It’s coming down the Tyne
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| Oh it’s bloddy Maggie Thatcher
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| And Michael Heseltine
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| So merry Christmas Maggie Thatcher
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| May God’s love be with you
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| We all sing together in one breath
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| Merry Christmas Maggie Thatcher
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| We all celebrate today
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| 'Cause it’s one day closer to your death
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| They’ve come to raid your stockings
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| And to steal your Christmas pud
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| But don’t be too downhearted
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| It’s all for your own good
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| The economic infrastructure
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| Must be swept away
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| To make way for call centres
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| And lower rates of pay
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| And they’ve brought their fascist boot boys
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| And they’ve brought the boys in blue
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| And the whole Trade Union Congress
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| Will be at the party too
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| And they’ll all hold hands together
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| All standing in a line
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| 'Cause they’re privatising Santa
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| This merry Christmas time
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| Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Heseltine
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| You’re a tosser, you’re a tosser
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| And you’re just a Tory Swine |