Maggie May
Wake up, Maggie I think I got the perfect host for you
She’s called Theresa and she thinks that you were really cool
I know she’ll keep you amused, while her body’s being used
Oh, Maggie, you so despised the poor
And Theresa’s just like your clone
Just like you, her heart’s is stone
She hates so much, you tell that it really hurts
The morning sun, when it's in her face really shows her rage
But that won't worry you none in her eyes, you're everything
She laughs at all of your jokes, thinks society’s a hoax
Oh, Maggie, you haven’t died anymore
You’ll love being outside the EU, seeing a hard Brexit through
You stole her soul and that means pain without a doubt
All she needed was a friend to lend an iron hand
Now she’s turned into a monster
And honest what a monster, she’ll freak you out
All she’ll do is wreck like you said
Kick the immigrants in their head
Oh Maggie you haven’t died anymore
You can cripple the NHS, Theresa is sure to say yes
You can replace Trident and press the button if you like
Privileged kids can collect their books and go to grammar school
All migrant workers you can f-off home, Mrs T’s no fool
And if you’re a refugee, you’ll get no bloody help for she
Is Maggie with Theresa’s May’s feral face
The new centre ground is far right
You’re fool if you don’t see the light
They steal you blind but you love them anyway
Maggie I wish you could just see her face
It’s just like yours in good old days