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It's not a pretty sight The lads are out tonight They long to give their all With backs against the wall The game's one-upmanship Be sure they'll let it rip We'll have to have a go In our comedy horror show It's not a pantomime In life one needs to climb Things can only get much better Bitter, better, butter, mutter We are the bully boys Move late at night, don't make much noise Up the stairs from the den Followed by our Batmen We's are the chosen few And we's are coming through And we knows just what to do It's Robbin' to the rescue The Eton Boys are undefiled Letras de cancionesThe Bullingdon Boys, running wild And England slides into the mist No hope they'll cease nor desist We are the chancers brigade And we'll have you flogged and flayed Sadly no room left at the top Move along back to your sweatshops We's are the chosen few And we's are coming through And we knows just what to do It's Robbin' to the rescue Well we worked our fingers to the bone It's not as if we was alone There's people needing to be paid And there's booty, boys, to be made All hands on deck The Eton Boys are undefiled The Bullingdon Boys, running wild And England slides into the mist No hope they'll cease nor desist They're making England great again Make way for the bagmen And when everything's been sold and bought We'll soon be off the life support This is an English public school This is where Britain raised its empire Rulers of yesterday And still trains the leaders of tomorrow They're making England great again Make way for the bagmen And when everything's been sold and bought We'll soon be off the life support From Letras Mania