I was standing by my window
On one cold and cloudy day
When I saw that hearse come rolling
For to carry my mother away

Will the circle be unbroken
By and by Lord, by and by
There's a better home awaiting
In the sky Lord, in the sky

Pay the poll tax
You must be joking
Ha, ha, ha, ha
It is Thatcher, who's revolting
Not I Lord, no not I

Pay the poll tax
You must be joking
Ha, ha, ha
It is Thatcher, who is revolting
No not I Lord, no not I

Pay the poll tax
You must be joking
Ha, ha
Oh it is Thatcher, who is revolting
No not I Lord, no not I