Richard Thompson took two lyrical swipes at Thatcher and Thatcherism. The first was in "Can't Win"
Oh what kind of mother would hamstring her sons?
Throw sand in their eyes and put ice on their tongues
Ah better to leave than stay here and grieve
And play the game
Elsewhere in the same song he invokes the language of the Old Testament when he lays a curse upon her
Oh, towers will tumble and locusts will visit the land
Oh, a curse on your house and your children and the fruit of your hand
He narrowly missed with "Mother Knows Best" - it was released just after a palace revolution had unseated Maggie. Other than the timing issue his aim was deadly
She tells everybody she was born in a ditch
She back-combs her hair 'till she looks like a witch
Wolves in her train, serpents suckle at her breast
Don't forget to wash behind your ears, 'cause mother knows best
O you lost your job, well ain't that a shame
You got nobody but yourself to blame
You deserve everything you get for such a carelessness
And don't eat your peas off the knife, 'cause mother knows best
