Eton Rifles Paul Weller

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 for the Eton rifles

Thought you were clever when you lit the fuse
Tore down the house of commons in your brand new shoes
Composed a revolutionary symphony
Then went to bed with a charming young glee

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 schoolboy

What a catalyst you turned out to be:
Loaded the guns, then you run off home for your tea
Left me standing like a naughty schoolboy