One day when I was walking down the street
You’ll never guess who I did meet.
Margaret Thatcher, who got out of a car
And went into a Public Bar.
Up to the counter she walked briskly
And ordered up a pint of Whisky.
In came MP Michael Foot –
He had been cleaning a chimney and was covered in soot –
With the rest of the Labour Party shortly behind.
Mrs Thatcher drinking whisky – what a find.
Thatcher made the headlines clear,
Drinking whisky and sometimes beer.
Reporters round her all the time,
She consulted the law: ‘Was drinking a crime?’
All they said was: ‘You should know.’
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