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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 cars 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 rest on their laurels.
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 temperance always snaps.
The chavettes are slappers.
They think they are 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!
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 cars 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 rest on their laurels.   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 temperance always snaps.   The chavettes are slappers.   They think they are 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!