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