The Thatcher Song Chords by Sean Brady
Tempo:
107.9 bpm
Chords used:
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D
C
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] [G] [C]
[G] Maggie Thatcher, you can't match her, [C] she's the [D] darling [G] of us all
She's the curse of the Irish nation, been [A] a gale and been [D] a fall
[G] She's destroyed me, I, her purchase, [C] and she's [G] put me on the door
If I can only get my hands in [C] her, [D] I'd kick her off the [G] galleon
Mrs Thatcher, [C] you're the cutest [D] [G] girl of all
Certificate, fine and bucked, I'm [A] sure the light shall [D] not revolve
When [G] she holds negotiations, things, [C] they [D] always [G] lose their hitch
She's the world in ruination, [C] such a [G] schemer they are
Get on you, Mrs Thatcher, [C] no one in this [G] world can match her
But she's trying to take the board away [A] from the pennies [D] once again
[G] We're not worried about your English, [C] but now your [G] politicians guess
You can kick them, Mrs Thatcher, you can shout them up your hill
But, Mrs Thatcher, with the prices rising high
And the work is getting awful scarce, but [A] it loses [D] that low-life
[G] Now you say that you don't want that you stayed here long enough
But if I were a taxidermist, I would tell you to go away
[D] [G]
[D] [G] Perfectly, Mrs Thatcher, sure you [C] know [G] what to call to
And next time you go to Dublin, well [A] we know just [D] what you'll do
[G] You'll dress up in your [C] finery, and you'll [D] preach with [G] all your might
But all of your fancy promises, [C] they're [D] just a load [G] of
Wait up you, Mrs Thatcher, [C] like your [G] old man loves his brew
Such a Dutcher husband, isn't it, when [A] he's had [D] his supper too
[G] Surely take a pint of Potter, [C] and a glass [D] of [G] Weierschmist
And because he faces you each night, no [D] wonder he gets [G] Dutcher
You can't match her, she's the darling of us all
She's the curse of the Irish nation, [A] finna gael and [D] finna fall
[G] She's destroyed three higher perches, and [C] she's put [G] me on the dole
She's the curse of the Irish nation, [C] finna gael [D] and [G] finna fall
[C] [G]
[G] Maggie Thatcher, you can't match her, [C] she's the [D] darling [G] of us all
She's the curse of the Irish nation, been [A] a gale and been [D] a fall
[G] She's destroyed me, I, her purchase, [C] and she's [G] put me on the door
If I can only get my hands in [C] her, [D] I'd kick her off the [G] galleon
Mrs Thatcher, [C] you're the cutest [D] [G] girl of all
Certificate, fine and bucked, I'm [A] sure the light shall [D] not revolve
When [G] she holds negotiations, things, [C] they [D] always [G] lose their hitch
She's the world in ruination, [C] such a [G] schemer they are
Get on you, Mrs Thatcher, [C] no one in this [G] world can match her
But she's trying to take the board away [A] from the pennies [D] once again
[G] We're not worried about your English, [C] but now your [G] politicians guess
You can kick them, Mrs Thatcher, you can shout them up your hill
But, Mrs Thatcher, with the prices rising high
And the work is getting awful scarce, but [A] it loses [D] that low-life
[G] Now you say that you don't want that you stayed here long enough
But if I were a taxidermist, I would tell you to go away
[D] [G]
[D] [G] Perfectly, Mrs Thatcher, sure you [C] know [G] what to call to
And next time you go to Dublin, well [A] we know just [D] what you'll do
[G] You'll dress up in your [C] finery, and you'll [D] preach with [G] all your might
But all of your fancy promises, [C] they're [D] just a load [G] of
Wait up you, Mrs Thatcher, [C] like your [G] old man loves his brew
Such a Dutcher husband, isn't it, when [A] he's had [D] his supper too
[G] Surely take a pint of Potter, [C] and a glass [D] of [G] Weierschmist
And because he faces you each night, no [D] wonder he gets [G] Dutcher
You can't match her, she's the darling of us all
She's the curse of the Irish nation, [A] finna gael and [D] finna fall
[G] She's destroyed three higher perches, and [C] she's put [G] me on the dole
She's the curse of the Irish nation, [C] finna gael [D] and [G] finna fall
[C] [G]
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[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[G] _ _ _ Maggie Thatcher, you can't match her, [C] she's the [D] darling [G] of us all
She's the curse of the Irish nation, been [A] a gale and been [D] a fall
[G] She's destroyed me, I, her purchase, [C] and she's [G] put me on the door
If I can only get my hands in [C] her, [D] I'd kick her off the [G] galleon
Mrs Thatcher, [C] you're the cutest [D] [G] girl of all
Certificate, fine and bucked, I'm [A] sure the light shall [D] not revolve
When [G] she holds negotiations, things, [C] they [D] always [G] lose their hitch
She's the world in ruination, [C] such a [G] schemer they are
Get on you, Mrs Thatcher, [C] no one in this [G] world can match her
But she's trying to take the board away [A] from the pennies [D] once again
[G] We're not worried about your English, [C] but now your [G] politicians guess
You can kick them, Mrs Thatcher, you can shout them up your hill
But, Mrs Thatcher, with the prices rising high
And the work is getting awful scarce, but [A] it loses [D] that low-life
[G] Now you say that you don't want that you stayed here long enough
But if I were a taxidermist, I would tell you to go away _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ [G] _ _ Perfectly, Mrs Thatcher, sure you [C] know [G] what to call to
And next time you go to Dublin, well [A] we know just [D] what you'll do
[G] You'll dress up in your [C] finery, and you'll [D] preach with [G] all your might
But all of your fancy promises, [C] they're [D] just a load [G] of
Wait up you, Mrs Thatcher, [C] like your [G] old man loves his brew
Such a Dutcher husband, isn't it, when [A] he's had [D] his supper too
[G] Surely take a pint of Potter, [C] and a glass [D] of [G] Weierschmist
And because he faces you each night, no [D] wonder he gets [G] Dutcher
You can't match her, she's the darling of us all
She's the curse of the Irish nation, [A] finna gael and [D] finna fall
[G] She's destroyed three higher perches, and [C] she's put [G] me on the dole
She's the curse of the Irish nation, [C] finna gael [D] and [G] finna fall
_ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ Maggie Thatcher, you can't match her, [C] she's the [D] darling [G] of us all
She's the curse of the Irish nation, been [A] a gale and been [D] a fall
[G] She's destroyed me, I, her purchase, [C] and she's [G] put me on the door
If I can only get my hands in [C] her, [D] I'd kick her off the [G] galleon
Mrs Thatcher, [C] you're the cutest [D] [G] girl of all
Certificate, fine and bucked, I'm [A] sure the light shall [D] not revolve
When [G] she holds negotiations, things, [C] they [D] always [G] lose their hitch
She's the world in ruination, [C] such a [G] schemer they are
Get on you, Mrs Thatcher, [C] no one in this [G] world can match her
But she's trying to take the board away [A] from the pennies [D] once again
[G] We're not worried about your English, [C] but now your [G] politicians guess
You can kick them, Mrs Thatcher, you can shout them up your hill
But, Mrs Thatcher, with the prices rising high
And the work is getting awful scarce, but [A] it loses [D] that low-life
[G] Now you say that you don't want that you stayed here long enough
But if I were a taxidermist, I would tell you to go away _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ [G] _ _ Perfectly, Mrs Thatcher, sure you [C] know [G] what to call to
And next time you go to Dublin, well [A] we know just [D] what you'll do
[G] You'll dress up in your [C] finery, and you'll [D] preach with [G] all your might
But all of your fancy promises, [C] they're [D] just a load [G] of
Wait up you, Mrs Thatcher, [C] like your [G] old man loves his brew
Such a Dutcher husband, isn't it, when [A] he's had [D] his supper too
[G] Surely take a pint of Potter, [C] and a glass [D] of [G] Weierschmist
And because he faces you each night, no [D] wonder he gets [G] Dutcher
You can't match her, she's the darling of us all
She's the curse of the Irish nation, [A] finna gael and [D] finna fall
[G] She's destroyed three higher perches, and [C] she's put [G] me on the dole
She's the curse of the Irish nation, [C] finna gael [D] and [G] finna fall
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