Who's to Blame?

Thatcher's dead, hip-hip-hooray, shout it from the hill tops, hip-hip-hooray.

Eighty-nine years old, never hurt a soul,
Mugged for your pension in the underpass.
Blamed away the papers say,
Blame it on the tensions in the underclass.

Guns and drugs, knives and stones,
Battered black and blue for a mobile phone.
Blamed away the experts say,
Blame it on the problems of a broken home.

Who's to blame, who's to blame?
Thatcher, Thatcher, Thatcher, Thatcher - Thatcher's to blame.

Who's to blame, who's to blame?
Thatcher, Thatcher, Thatcher, Thatcher - Thatcher's her name.

No right or wrong, the kids run wild,
Battered black and blue an abandoned child.
Parents drunk and drugged up fools,
Never taught the kids to obey the rules.

Who's to blame, who's to blame?
Thatcher, Thatcher, Thatcher, Thatcher - Thatcher's to blame.

Thatcher's dead, hip-hip-hooray,
Shout it from the hill tops, hip-hip-hooray.
The fireworks blast, the bunting's out,
Run for the hills and scream and shout.

Who's to blame, who's to blame?
Thatcher, Thatcher, Thatcher, Thatcher - Thatcher's her name.