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Paul Weller
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The Eaton Rifles
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 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, it's the Eton Rifles Hello, hurrah An extremist scrape with the Eton Rifles Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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
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