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

[bad word] 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 [bad word] bored in our bovver boots.
We're just [bad word] clowning 'round in cahoots.
We're just [bad word] looking for shops to loot.
We're just [bad word] hoping to have a hoot

Hooting, hooting and howling