Carry me hooting and
howling
To the river to wash off my hands
of the hot blood, the sweat and the sand
Any rival who goes for o
ur girls
Will be left thumb sucking in terror
and bereft of all coffin bearers
F Am (x2)
A crude art, a bovver boot ballet
equally elegant and ugly.
I was as thrilled as I was appalled
courting him in fisticuffin
g waltz
Now I’m not saying the lads always deserve a brayin
And I’m not saying the girls are wort
h the fines I’m payin
We’re just brutes bored in our bovver boots
We’re just brutes clowning ’round i
n cahoots
We’re just brutes looking for shops to loot
We’re just brutes hoping to have a
hoot
F Am C (x2)
Chorus: (repeat like thousand times)
Hooting, hooting and howling
Hooting, hooting and ho
wling
Carry me hooting and how
ling
To the river to wash off my hands
of the hot blood, the sweat and the sand
Any rival who goes for our
girls
Will be left thumb sucking in terror
and bereft of all coffin bearers
Chorus: (repeat like thousand times again)
Hooting, hooting and howling
Hooting, hooting and ho
wling
