Bullingdon Boys - Madness

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