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
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
Leave the comments