Hooting & Howling Lyrics

Lyrics
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(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 thumb sucking in terror
And bereft of all coffin bearers

Hooting, hooting and howling(repeat)
Writer(s): Christopher Robert Talbot, Hayden Norman Thorpe, Ben Little, Thomas William Fleming
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Wild Beasts - Hooting & Howling
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