Get Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert And Southampton Dock

G
Brezhnev took Afghanistan
C
And Begin took Beirut
D                       G
Galtieri took the Union Jack
    G
And Maggie, over lunch one day,
       C
Took a cruiser with all hands
  D                              G
Apparently to make him give it back.
        C                          G
Uuuuuuuh Maggie what have you done?
G
They disembarked in 45,
C
And no-one spoke and no-one smiled
D                                  G
There were to many spaces in the line

Gathered at the cenotaph
C
All agreed with the hand on heart,
D                              G
To sheath the sacrificial knives
            G
But now she stands upon Southampton dock
         C
With her handkerchief
                     D
And her summer frock clings
                          G
To her wet body in the rain.

In quiet desperation knuckles
C
White upon the slippery reins
    D                                 G
She bravely waves the boys goodbye again
        C                          G
Uuuuuuuh Maggie what have you done?
C
And still the dark stain spreads between
    G
His shoulder blades
C                      G                        G7  Am7
A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves
G7  C                  D      Em7  D7
And when the fight was over
   G          Cm7      Em
We spent what they had made
    Am7
But in the bottom of our hearts