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INTERPRÉTATION
The Jam
Interprète
Vic Coppersmith-Heaven
Interprète
Paul Weller
Chant
Bruce Foxton
Basse
Rick Buckler
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
The Jam
Production
Vic Coppersmith-Heaven
Production
Alan Douglas
Ingénierie de mixage
Hugh Pagent
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
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, hooray
What a nice day for the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
Hello, hooray
I hope rain stops play for the Eton Rifles, 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 thing
Hello, hooray
Cheers then, mate to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
Hello, hooray
An Extremist scrape with the Eton Rifles, 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
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'd be back next week
Hello, hooray
There's a price to pay to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
Hello, hooray
I'd prefer the plague to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
Hello, hooray
There's a price to pay to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
Hello, hooray
I'd prefer the plague to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
Eton Rifles
Eton Rifles
Writer(s): Paul John Weller
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