Eton Rifles Letra

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 lit the fuse,
Tore down the house of commons in your brand new shoes,
Compose a revolutionary symphony,
Then went to bed with a charming young thing.

Hello-Hurrah

cheers then mate
its 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 (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'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