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.