Here goes with some of the words, it's a long song about the former British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher. I think the tune is traditional, but I dont really know.
Come all you argumentative sods that like to chew the rag
And stand in a bar for hours on end on beery talking jag
Sit down and park your feet a while, and give your mouths a rest
And Ill tell you about a dame they call the guardian of the west.
Her hair was the best that money could buy her eyes were powder blue
I swear the would'nt have looked out of place on a frozen cockatoo
She'd a nose like the blade of a metal saw, and a voice like a tungsten drill
She used it to bore the natives when she'd a couple of hours to kill.