| Sup up your beer and collect your fags
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| There’s a row going on down near Slough
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| Get out your mat and pray to the West
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| I’ll get out mine and pray for myself
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| Thought you were smart when you took them on
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| But you didn’t take a peep in their artillery room
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| All that rugby puts hairs on your chest
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| What chance have you got against a tie and a crest?
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| Hello-hurray, what a nice day
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| For the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
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| Hello-hurray, I hope rain stops play
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| For the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
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| Thought you were clever when you lit the fuse
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| Tore down the House of Commons in your brand new shoes
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| Composed a revolutionary symphony
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| Then went to bed with a charming young thing
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| Hello-hurray, cheers then, mate
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| It’s the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
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| Hello-hurray, an extremist scrape
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| With the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
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| What a catalyst you turned out to be
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| Loaded the guns, then you run off home for your tea
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| Left me standing like a guilty schoolboy
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| What a catalyst you turned out to be
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| Loaded the guns, then you run off home for your tea
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| Left me standing like a naughty schoolboy
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| We came out of it naturally the worst
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| Beaten and bloody, and I was sick down my shirt
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| We were no match for their untamed wit
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| Though some of the lads said they’d be back next week
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| Hello-hurray, it’s the price to pay
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| To the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
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| Hello-hurray, I’d prefer the plague
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| To the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
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| Hello-hurray, it’s the price to pay
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| To the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
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| Hello-hurray, I’d prefer the plague
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| To the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
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| Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
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| Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles |