Don't Cry For Me Argentina

Don’t cry for me Argentina
The truth is we will defeat you
We’ll sink your carrier
With our Sea Harrier
And with our Sea Kings
Subs will be sinking

Two and a half thousand Booties
Will soon take back Port Stanley
You might try to hold
But we will throw you out
Back to Buenos Aires
You bloody fairies

On your bike Argentina.
The front line are getting airborne.
You’ve gone too far now
We’ve left the bar now
And soon the Falklands
Will be in our hands.

Fitter 1982