Hooting And Howling Lyrics - Two Dancers - Wild Beasts

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 brayin 

And I m not saying the girls are worth the fines I m payin 

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 s@#king in terror 

and bereft of all coffin bearers