A more gauche version of
Elgar's song is sung at
rugby matches and
hash runs:
Rule Britannia, marmalade and jam,
Five Chinese crackers up your ass go
BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG
Rule Britannia, marmalade and jam
Four Chinese crackers up your ass go
BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG
And so on down to zero, when the music reverts to Why are we waiting ? or some other favourite.