Текст песни jam - The Eton Rifles
jam - The Eton Rifles слова песни
(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 - with the Eton Rifles.Thought you were clever when you lift 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 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 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.> From the album "Setting Sons"Uploaded by Pascal Mouret (pascal@bofix.univ-mrs.fr)