Jam - The Eton Rifles Lyrics

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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 we're 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-Hurrah what a nice day for the Eton Rifles
Hello-Hurrah I hope rain stops play for the Eton Rifles

Thought you we're 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 glee

Hello-Hurrah cheers then, mate. It's the Eton Rifles
Hello-Hurrah an extremist scrape with the 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 we're no match for their untamed wit,
Though some of the lads said they'd be back next week

Hello-Hurrah it's the price to pay to the Eton Rifles
Hello-Hurrah I'd prefer the plague to the Eton Rifles

Hello-Hurrah it's the price to pay to the Eton Rifles
Hello-Hurrah I'd prefer the plague to the Eton Rifles

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