Sent to the islands to secure what is ours 
Marching ashore in the cover of night 
Hide until dawn and attack in the twilight 
Shake them awake with the thunder of guns 

Orders from the iron maiden, get the islands back 
Failure will not be accepted, call for artillery strike, launch attack 

We are Back in control, force them to surrender 
Take what is ours, restore law and order 
Back in control, push them further out to sea 
Falklands in our hands, back under british reign 

Push them back further and out from the islands 
Into our fleet that will stop their retreat 
Mark their positions and call in the airforce 
Harriers and Vulcans strikes at [bad word]