Album Name : Two Dancers
Release Date : 2009-09-08
Song Duration : 4:35
Wild Beasts Hooting & Howling
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.
[x4]
Howling, hooting and howling, howling!
Hooting... and howling.
Hooting... and howling.
Hooting, hooting and howling.
[x6]
Howling, hooting and howling, howling!
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... and howling.
Hooting... and howling.
Hooting, hooting and howling.
[x8]