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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-hurrah - what a nice day - for the eton rifles, |
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Hello-hurrah - i hope rain stops play - with the 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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Compose a revolutionary symphony, |
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Then went to bed with a charming young thing. |
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Hello-hurrah - cheers then mate - its the eton rifles, |
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Hello-hurrah - an extremist scrape - with the 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 (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'll be back next week. |
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Hello-hurrah - there's a price to pay - to the eton rifles, |
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Hello-hurrah - i'd prefer the plague - to the eton rifles. |
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Hello-hurrah - there's a price to pay - to the eton rifles, |
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Hello-hurrah - i'd prefer the plague - to the eton rifles. |
