Bullingdon Boys

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
The 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!
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
But make way for the bagmen
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.
Builders of yesterday. And still trains the leaders of tomorrow…
We’re making England Great Again
But make way for the bagmen
When everything’s been sold and bought
We’ll soon be off the life support