Wake up, Maggie, I think I got something to say to you
You might be fucking dead, but there’s someone here instead making me feel true blue
I know I keep people amused, but why are they feeling abused?
Oh, Maggie, I couldn’t have tried any more
I wish Boris good luck, and folk say what the fuck?
Did they think I was a Marxist all these years?
The Mail, The Sun, when they’re on your side really make my day
And it don’t worry me none being a working class tory
Boris laughs at all you folks, takes the piss and takes the votes
Oh, Maggie, you haven’t died in vain
You showed me the way to go, do ya think I’m brexity, though?
I sold my soul, and that’s all you need to know