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Текст (слова) песни: jam - The Eton Rifles



(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)

 

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