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