Ode To Maggies Millions
Keith SharplesVersion1
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Back in the late 70s when Maggie came to power
Her & her old cronies, oh what a useless shower
Theres some that wont remember, when Britain it was great
To return now to them times I guess its just too late
She closed down all the coal mines, put millions out of work
What a thoughtless action brought about by this daft birk
Coal not dole it was the cry of Arthur Scargils men
She said its all for progress, but when will this begin?
Many of these miners were left in poverty
They were honest working men just like you & me
They toiled in danger underground providing Britains fuels
Till Maggie put them on the dole just treating them like fools
She privatised the railways, the busses & the phones
Leaving all the working men to pick upon the bones
Of the caucuses of industries, when all hope was gone
Looking down her nose again at every single one
All the time she was feathering hers & her friends nest
Telling us for England, she knew what was best
Created things called QANGOs, all chaired by her kind
Who creamed off all the profits, while kissing her behind
There ended all apprenticeships coz industry was dead
Caring not one jot about how workers kids were fed
Telling us theres work out there so get out on your bike
I wish that she was here today Id tell her take a hike
..(or words stronger!!)
The busses & the railway trains like clockwork used to run
till public transport suffered at the muzzle of her gun
No longer a public service it was all about the brass
The working man needs transport too, that bitch can kiss my ass
So when her final day is over I will go get pissed
And if I were a hit man shed be there top of my list
Give all ex-miners shovels, pick axes as well
Theyll dig her her own tunnel, right direct to hell
But will old Satan want her, oh that I really doubt
Just like Britains furnaces shell put hells fires out
When that fatal day it comes well all find out in turn
Maggie Thatcher youre not fit to burn!
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Readable chord sheet for Ode To Maggies Millions by Keith Sharples
[C]Back in the late 70s when [G]Maggie came to power [Am]Her & her old cronies, oh [Em]what a useless shower Theres [F]some that wont remember, when Britain it was great [Dm]To return now to them times I [G7]guess its just too late [C]She closed down all the coal mines, put [G]millions out of work [Am]What a thoughtless action brought a[Em]bout by this daft birk [F]Coal not dole it was the cry of Arthur Scargils men She [Dm]said its all for progress, but [G7]when will this begin? [C]Many of these miners were [G]left in poverty [Am]They were honest working men [Em]just like you & me They [F]toiled in danger underground providing Britains fuels Till [Dm]Maggie put them on the dole just [G7]treating them like fools She [C]privatised the railways, the [G]busses & the phones [Am]Leaving all the working men to [Em]pick upon the bones Of the [F]caucuses of industries, when all hope was gone [Dm]Looking down her nose again at [G7]every single one All the [C]time she was feathering [G]hers & her friends nest [Am]Telling us for England, [Em]she knew what was best [F]Created things called QANGOs, all chaired by her kind Who c[Dm]reamed off all the profits, while [G7]kissing her behind There [C]ended all apprenticeships coz [G]industry was dead [Am]Caring not one jot about how [Em]workers kids were fed [F]Telling us theres work out there so get out on your bike I [Dm]wish that she was here today Id [G7]tell her take a hike ..(or words stronger!!) The [C]busses & the railway trains like [G]clockwork used to run till p[Am]ublic transport suffered at the [Em]muzzle of her gun No [F]longer a public service it was all about the brass The [Dm]working man needs transport too, that [G7]bitch can kiss my ass So [C]when her final day is over [G]I will go get pissed And [Am]if I were a hit man shed be [Em]there top of my list Give [F]all ex-miners shovels, pick axes as well Theyll [Dm]dig her her own tunnel, [G7]right direct to hell But [C]will old Satan want her, oh [G]that I really doubt [Am]Just like Britains furnaces shell [Em]put hells fires out [F]When that fatal day it comes well all find out in turn [Dm]Maggie Thatcher [G7]youre not fit to[C] burn! [Csus4] [C]