 The eton rifles lyrics ( Jam )   
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 Rate The Eton Rifles
Artist : Jam
Song : The eton rifles
(Weller)
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 lift 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-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.
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.
> From the album "Setting Sons"
Uploaded by Pascal Mouret
(pascal@bofix.univ-mrs.fr)
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