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 our girls Will be left thumb sucking in terror and bereft of all coffin bearers A crude art, a bovver boot ballet equally elegant and ugly. I was as thrilled as I was appalled courting him in fisticuffing waltz Now I’m not saying the lads always deserve a brayin And I’m not saying the girls are worth the fines I’m payin We’re just brutes bored in our bovver boots We’re just brutes clowning ‘round in cahoots We’re just brutes looking for shops to loot We’re just brutes hoping to have a hoot Hooting, hooting and howling (repeat) 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 our girls Will be left soaking in terror and bereft of all coffin bearers

Hooting and Howling