
Thatcher's Boot Boys Lyrics
- Genre:Rock
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
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
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