Paul Weller Eton Rifles (Single Version) Lyrics

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

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