AC/DC (Anti-Chav / Daredevil's Chant) Lyrics

Ban.......ban.........ban..the..chavs!
Ban.......ban.........ban..the..chavs!
Ban.......ban.........ban..the..chavs!
Ban.......ban.........ban..the..chavs!

They waste our government's money
with their free-loading tax benefits.
They don't deserve it, they're just a bunch of dimwitted misfits.

Britain's in a mess, throwing civilians in distress.
It's a hard time getting these crooks to confess.

They've put our society in decay, robbing us of our financial leeway.
They refuse to believe crime doesn't pay.

Ban the chavs, ban the chavs...ban...the...chavs!
Ban the chavs, ban the chavs...ban...the...chavs!

Ban the chavs, ban the chavs....ban...the...chavs!
Ban the chavs, ban the chavs....ban...the...chavs!

They're just a gang of yobs who have no jobs,
who spend their time acting like slobs.

They're very crass, they have no class.
Their fancy jewellery is nothing but glorified brass.

They're always in pubs and techno clubs.
They may as well be cavemen with wooden clubs.

Ban the chavs, ban the chavs....ban...the...chavs!
Ban the chavs, ban the chavs....ban...the...chavs!

Ban the chavs, ban the chavs....ban...the...chavs!
Ban the chavs, ban the chavs....ban...the...chavs!

They always wear their trousers under their socks.
No wonder they are the people that society mocks.

They think they have lots of bling
because they say "kerching" "kerching".
They don't even have the ability to properly sing!

In their car or or on their phones,
they show off their "buzzing" tunes.
Their buzzword is tar, they're mindless drones,
they're just loons and goons.

Ban the chavs, ban the chavs....ban...the...chavs!
Ban the chavs, ban the chavs....ban...the...chavs!

Ban the chavs, ban the chavs....ban...the...chavs!
Ban the chavs, ban the chavs....ban...the...chavs!

They have big gobs, they only fight in mobs,
hating them doesn't exactly make us snobs.
They have no morals, they get into quarrels.
They're stupid mortals, they're hardly tarots.
Soap opera characters are their ideas for role models.

Ban the chavs, ban the chavs....ban...the...chavs!
Ban the chavs, ban the chavs....ban...the...chavs!

Ban the chavs, ban the chavs....ban...the...chavs!
Ban the chavs, ban the chavs....ban...the...chavs!

They wear burberry caps, even the girls look like chaps.
Their hostile personalities always snaps.
The chavettes are slappers, they think they're rappers.
They mostly dress in stinky Kappas.

Ban...ban...ban the chavs!
Ban...ban...ban the chavs!
Ban...ban...ban the chavs!
Ban...ban...ban the chavs!

Ban the chavs, ban the chavs....ban...the...chavs!
Ban the chavs, ban the chavs....ban...the...chavs!

Ban the chavs, ban the chavs....ban...the...chavs!
Ban the chavs, ban the chavs....ban...the...chavs!

Ban...the...stupid...chavs!
Ban...the...stupid...chavs!
Ban...the...stupid...chavs!
Ban...the...stupid...chavs!

Ban the stupid chavs!

Now!