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, hurrah
What a nice day for the Eton Rifles
Hello, hurrah
I hope rain stops play with the Eton Rifles
Thought you were clever when you lit the fuse
Tore down the house of commons in your brand new shoes
Compose a revolutionary symphony
Then went to bed with a charming young thing
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
(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'll be back next week
Hello, hurrah
There's a price to pay to the Eton Rifles
Hello, hurrah
I'd prefer the plague to the Eton Rifles
Hello, hurrah
There's a price to pay to the Eton Rifles
Hello, hurrah
I'd prefer the plague to the Eton Rifles
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