The Jam - The Eton Rifles Lyrics

Lyrics The Eton Rifles - The Jam



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, hooray
What a nice day
For the Eton Rifles
Eton Rifles
Hello, hooray
I hope rain stops play
For the Eton Rifles
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
Hello, hooray
Cheers then, mate
To the Eton Rifles
Eton Rifles
Hello, hooray
An Extremist scrape
With the Eton Rifles
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
Hello, hooray
There's a price to pay
To the Eton Rifles
Eton Rifles
Hello, hooray
I′d prefer the plague
To the Eton Rifles
Eton Rifles
Hello, hooray
There′s a price to pay
To the Eton Rifles
Eton Rifles
Hello, hooray
I'd prefer the plague
To the Eton Rifles
Eton Rifles
Eton Rifles
Eton Rifles
Eton Rifles
Eton Rifles



Writer(s): Paul Weller


The Jam - Setting Sons
Album Setting Sons
date of release
17-11-1979




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