The Jam — Eton Rifles

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