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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?
Hurrah, hooray! - what a nice day for the Eton Rifles.
Hurrah, hooray! - I hope rain stops play for the 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.
Hurrah, hooray! - cheers then, mate. It`s the Eton Rifles.
Hurrah, hooray! - 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 were no match for their untamed wit,
Though some of the lads said they`d be back next week.
Hurrah, hooray! - it`s the price to price to pay to the Eton Rifles.
Hurrah, hooray! - I prefer that way to the Eton Rifles.