Hooting & Howling

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 braying And I'm not saying the girls are worth the fines I'm paying 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 Hooting, hooting and howling Hooting, hooting and howling Hooting, hooting and howling Hooting, hooting and howling Howling Hooting, and howling Hooting, and howling Hooting, hooting and howling Hooting, hooting and howling Hooting, hooting and howling Hooting, hooting and howling Hooting, hooting and howling Hooting, hooting and howling Hooting, hooting and howling Howling Howling, 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 Hooting, and howling Hooting, and howling Hooting, hooting and howling Hooting, hooting and howling Hooting, hooting and howling Hooting, hooting and howling Hooting, hooting and howling Hooting, hooting and howling Hooting, hooting and howling Hooting, hooting and howling