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GOTCHA: (1983) Lyrics

Gotcha

Gotcha, you Argie bastard, gotcha, you f**king spik,
Gotcha, you latin bender, gotcha, you dago prick...
We gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, we gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
We gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, we gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
Our boys have got it right...

Right now, rule Brittania, right now, Britain rules the waves,
Right now, Britain never, never, never will be slaves

Gotcha, you Argie bastard, gotcha, you dago gimp,
Gotcha, you motherf**ker, gotcha, you greasy pimp...
We gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, we gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
We gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, we gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
Our boys have got it right...

Right now, God save her majesty, right now, raise the Union Jack
Right now, God save Margaret Thatcher, she'll claim our empire back

Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now,
Thatcher's got it right...

That is Thatcher's Britain built on national pride,
Built on national heritage and the bodies of those who died
To wave the flag on the Falklands, to protect us from the Irish hordes,
To support the rich in their difficult task of protecting themselves from the poor
Yes, this is Thatcher's Britain, so let's increase the strength of the police
Let's expand the military, let's all arm for peace
Let's suppress all opposition, let's keep the people down
Let's resurrect past histories for the glory of the crown

Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now,
Thatcher's got it right...

Right now, God save Prince Charlie, right now, God bless his wife,
Right now, God bless their fortune, God bless their privileged...

We gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, we gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
We gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, we gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
Our boys have got it right
Gotcha, you Argie bastard, gotcha, you f**king (prog),
Gotcha, you (pleny) arsehole, gotcha, you bloody wog...

Right now, let's back Britain, right now, let's tighten up it's laws
Right now, Let's up and atom, let's rally to the cause...

We gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, we gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
We gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, we gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
Thatcher's got it right...

Gotcha, you Argie bastards, gotcha, you commmie scum,
Gotcha, you bloody scoundel, gotcha, you paki bum,
Gotcha, you thieving arab, gotcha, you slit-eyed gook,
Gotcha, you dirty browner, gotcha, you pacifist poof,
Gotcha, you senile cripple, gotcha, you dirty whore,
We'll get all benders and many more.

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Songwriter(s): Penny Rimbaud
Publisher(s): Rough Trade Publishing Ltd.
Record Label(s): 1986 CRASS
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