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
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