Jam - Eaton Rifles Lyrics
Sup up your beer and collect your fagsThere's a row going on down near SloughGet out your mat and pray to the WestI'll get out mine and pray for myself.Thought you were smart when you took them onBut you didn't take a peep in their artillery roomAll that rugby puts hairs on your chestWhat chance have you got against a tie and a crest ?Hello hooray what a nice day, for the Eton Rifles, Eton RiflesHello hooray I hope rain stops play, with the Eton Rifles, Eton RiflesThought you were clever when you lit the fuseTore down the House of Commons in your brand new shoesComposed a revolutionary symphonyThen went to bed with a charming young thing.Hello hooray cheers then mate, its the Eton Rifles, Eton RiflesHello hooray an extremist scrape, with the Eton Rifles, Eton RiflesWhat a catalyst you turned out to beLoaded the guns then you run off home for your teaLeft me standing, like a guilty schoolboy.What a catalyst you turned out to beLoaded the guns then you run off home for your teaLeft me standing, like a naughty schoolboy.We came out of it naturally the worstBeaten and bloody and I was sick down my shirtWe were no match for their untamed witThough some of the lads said they'd be back next week.Hello hooray there's a price to pay, to the Eton Rifles, Eton RiflesHello hooray I'd prefer the plague, to the Eton Rifles, Eton RiflesHello hooray there's a price to pay, to the Eton Rifles, Eton RiflesHello hooray I'd prefer the plague, to the Eton Rifles, Eton RiflesEton Rifles, Eton RiflesEton Rifles, Eton Rifles
