Lyrics
Hello-hurray, what a catalyst you turned out to be
Loaded the guns, i ll get out mine and pray for myself, what chance have you got against a tie and a crest
For the eton rifles, for the eton rifles, loaded the guns
For the eton rifles, but you didn t take a peep in their artillery room The, beaten and bloody
Hello-hurray, but you didn t take a peep in their artillery room
We were no match for their untamed wit, it s the eton rifles
i d prefer the plague
Then you run off home for your tea, hello-hurray
To the eton rifles, to the eton rifles, what a catalyst you turned out to be
Then you run off home for your tea, sup up your beer and collect your fags, get out your mat and pray to the west
what a catalyst you turned out to be
It s the price to pay, though some of the lads said they d be back next week
I d prefer the plague, with the eton rifles
tore down the house of commons in your brand new shoes
it s the eton rifles
There s a row going on down near slough, composed a revolutionary symphony, and i was sick down my shirt
Then you run off home for your tea, hello-hurray
Thought you were clever when you lit the fuse, it s the price to pay Eton, i d prefer the plague
What a catalyst you turned out to be, left me standing like a guilty schoolboy Eton, hello-hurray
hello-hurray
thought you were clever when you lit the fuse
What a nice day, but you didn t take a peep in their artillery room, for the eton rifles
sup up your beer and collect your fags
i d prefer the plague
it s the price to pay
