Ding dong the wicked witch is dead (14): Billy Bragg - Thatcherites

You privatise away what is ours
You privatise away and then you make us pay
We'll take it back some day, mark my words, mark my words

Your leader she has gone to the Lords, to the Lords
Your leader, she has gone to the Lords
Your Leader she has gone, but she's left us Little John
And he's barely hanging on by his nails, by his nails