Educate princes and kings, teach politicians, train military

Take an athlete to olympian

Golden statues for our leading thespians

A solid grounding, built on tradition

Character building, for high position

We’ll spit you out, it takes five years to chew innocence, emotional residue

Machiavelli turns in his grave with delight

A legacy in tailcoats, motivated by sheer spite

We’ll make a lion out of you my cub, it’s one for all and all for one in here

Don’t look nervous, trust me young lamb, promise you’ve got nothing to fear

Say farewell to childhood, to be kind you have to be cruel

One more thing, welcome to the finishing school

Before I forget, welcome to the finishing school

An institution, a ladder to climb

Don’t be wet, youth is your prime

Never make the Rugby team sat inside dreaming of New Orleans

You’re not Cajun, this ain’t swamp rock, you’re a choirboy in a cassock

I vow to thee distractions we’ll stop, open your hymn book, turn that Creedence off

From Boris to Geordie, we were founded on British humour

So get dixieland out your head or we’ll bully you into a stupour

We’ll make a lion out of you my cub, it’s one for all and all for one in here

Don’t look nervous, trust me young lamb, promise you’ve got nothing to fear

Say farewell to childhood, to be kind you have to be cruel

One more thing, welcome to the finishing school

May I wish you the warmest welcome to the finishing school

We’ll make a lion out of you my cub, it’s one for all and all for one in here

Don’t look nervous, trust me young lamb, promise you’ve got nothing to fear

Say farewell to childhood, to be kind you have to be cruel

One more thing, welcome to the finishing school

It’s my pleasure to say welcome to the finishing school