Aw, c'mon, Breno. That song isn't really based on a rhyme scheme for the most part. He sets that up in the opening lines (with only the rhyming couplet at the end):
Sup up your beer and collect your fags,
Theres a row going on down near slough,
Get out your mat and pray to the west,
Ill get out mine and pray for myself.
Thought you were smart when you took them on,
But you didnt take a peep in their artillery room,
All that rugby puts hairs on your chest,
What chance have you got against a tie and a crest.