THE ETON RIFLES
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Sup up your beer and collect your fags -
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There's a row going on down near Slough.
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Get out your mat and pray to the West.
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I'll get out mine and pray for myself.
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Thought you were smart when you took them on,
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But you didn't take a peep in their artillery room.
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All that rugby puts hairs on your chest.
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What chance have you got against a tie and a crest?
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Hello-Hurrah - what a nice day for the Eton Rifles.
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Hello-Hurrah - I hope rain stops play for the Eton Rifles.
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Thought you were clever when you lit the fuse,
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Tore down the house of commons in your brand new shoes,
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Composed a revolutionary symphony,
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Then went to bed with a charming young thing.
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Hello-Hurrah - cheers then, mate. It's the Eton Rifles.
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Hello-Hurrah - an extremist scrape with the Eton Rifles.
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What a catalyst you turned out to be:
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Loaded the guns, then you run off home for your tea -
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Left me standing like a guilty schoolboy...
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What a catalyst you turned out to be:
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Loaded the guns, then you run off home for your tea -
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Left me standing like a naughty schoolboy...
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We came out of it naturally the worst:
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Beaten and bloody, and I was sick down my shirt.
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We were no match for their untamed wit,
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Though some of the lads said they'd be back next week.
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Hello-Hurrah - it's the price to pay to the Eton Rifles.
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Hello-Hurrah - I'd prefer the plague to the Eton Rifles.
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Hello-Hurrah - it's the price to pay to the Eton Rifles.
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Hello-Hurrah - I'd prefer the plague to the Eton Rifles.
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THE ETON RIFLES
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