Can you hear it in the distance
Can you sense it far away
Is it [bad word] the reindeer
Is it Santa on his sleigh
It's heading up to Easington [bad word] down the Tyne
Oh it's bloddy Maggie Thatcher
And Michael Heseltine

So merry Christmas Maggie Thatcher
May God's love be with you
We all sing together in one breath
Merry Christmas Maggie Thatcher
We all celebrate today
'Cause it's one day closer to your death
 [bad word] to raid your stockings
And to steal your Christmas pud
But don't be too downhearted
It's all for your own good
The economic [bad word] Must be swept away
To make way for call centres
And lower rates of pay

And they've brought their fascist boot boys
And they've brought the boys in blue
And the whole Trade Union Congress
Will be at the party too
And they'll all hold hands together
All standing in a line
'Cause they're privatising Santa
This merry Christmas time

Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Heseltine
You're a tosser, you're a tosser
And you're just a Tory Swine