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"

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