Was 12 years old the last time | But the laws have all moved on A striking family gets nothing | And even less when it's gone She'll rip the heart from this country | There's nothing more to this town Than bricks in the middle of nowhere | And a pit that She's closing down You can get six cups from a tea bag | You can grow on a window sill | We can eat together on Sundays | To spread out the leccy bill There's nothing much in this bank book | But I'll stretch it as far as I can I'll show Her who's the 'Iron Lady' .. I'm standing by My man .. | | I always ask for the cheap cuts | Like every house on the street It's half a pound of gristle | For half an ounce of meat When the kids complain that they're hungry | I tell 'em we'll eat when We win Then I give 'em what's on My plate | 'Cos I'd rather starve than give in You can get six cups from a tea bag | You can grow on a window sill | We can eat together on Sundays | To spread out the leccy bill There's nothing much in this bank book But I'll stretch it as far as I can I'll show Her who's the 'Iron Lady' .. I'm standing by My man