When the empire faltered,
We were Rock Gibraltar,
We were the salt of the earth, you might say;
Each time they checked,
Or called a new inspection,
There was protection in our Spanish hideaway:
And even Maggie would have made it plain
That we could save our ill-gotten gain.
Oh, we fear they've done a deal with Spain -
We're tossed down the Costa Brava drain -
If you extradite, we'll fight the law,
And our plan is cannier -
We'll bundle Blunkett out the door -
Britannia, sack Jack Straw!