The heady days of coach trips from my softly softly beat
To way up North on overtime I took my size 12 feet
With handcuffs hanging from my belt and baton in my hand
I went to fight the miners of this disunited land
From this life of luxury, I raise my glass and smile
Thatcher's boot boys going out in style
I loved to taunt the strikers standing on the picket line
They'd long since seen a payslip so I rejoiced in waving mine
I revelled on the battleground and smashed some colliers' heads
I made a tidy fortune, tore communities to shreds
From this life of luxury, I raise my glass and smile
Thatcher's boot boys going out in style
Many years have passed since and the mines they have all gone
The iron lady rusts away but her legacy lives on
From this life of luxury, I raise my glass and smile
Thatcher's boot boys going out in style
My house was paid for long ago retirement is so fine
I sleep well in my bed at night I was only fighting crime
The once proud collier pushes Tesco trollies for his bob
While I've a full police pension and a cushy part time job
From this life of luxury, I raise my glass and smile
Thatcher's boot boys going out in style
From this life of luxury, I raise my glass and smile
Thatcher's boot boys going out in...
Gold-plated pig trough with my snout in
Thatcher's boot boys going out in style
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The heady days of coach trips from my softly softly beat
To way up North on overtime I took my size 12 feet
With handcuffs hanging from my belt and baton in my hand
I went to fight the miners of this disunited land
From this life of luxury, I raise my glass and smile
Thatcher's boot boys going out in style
I loved to taunt the strikers standing on the picket line
They'd long since seen a payslip so I rejoiced in waving mine
I revelled on the battleground and smashed some colliers' heads
I made a tidy fortune, tore communities to shreds
From this life of luxury, I raise my glass and smile
Thatcher's boot boys going out in style
Many years have passed since and the mines they have all gone
The iron lady rusts away but her legacy lives on
From this life of luxury, I raise my glass and smile
Thatcher's boot boys going out in style
My house was paid for long ago retirement is so fine
I sleep well in my bed at night I was only fighting crime
The once proud collier pushes Tesco trollies for his bob
While I've a full police pension and a cushy part time job
From this life of luxury, I raise my glass and smile
Thatcher's boot boys going out in style
From this life of luxury, I raise my glass and smile
Thatcher's boot boys going out in...
Gold-plated pig trough with my snout in
Thatcher's boot boys going out in style
To way up North on overtime I took my size 12 feet
With handcuffs hanging from my belt and baton in my hand
I went to fight the miners of this disunited land
From this life of luxury, I raise my glass and smile
Thatcher's boot boys going out in style
I loved to taunt the strikers standing on the picket line
They'd long since seen a payslip so I rejoiced in waving mine
I revelled on the battleground and smashed some colliers' heads
I made a tidy fortune, tore communities to shreds
From this life of luxury, I raise my glass and smile
Thatcher's boot boys going out in style
Many years have passed since and the mines they have all gone
The iron lady rusts away but her legacy lives on
From this life of luxury, I raise my glass and smile
Thatcher's boot boys going out in style
My house was paid for long ago retirement is so fine
I sleep well in my bed at night I was only fighting crime
The once proud collier pushes Tesco trollies for his bob
While I've a full police pension and a cushy part time job
From this life of luxury, I raise my glass and smile
Thatcher's boot boys going out in style
From this life of luxury, I raise my glass and smile
Thatcher's boot boys going out in...
Gold-plated pig trough with my snout in
Thatcher's boot boys going out in style
Writer: Pascal Smith, David Evans
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid