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