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Some verses omitted.
This became our theme song at many events.
Riff Raff
by Casey Neill
( Chorus
Hoo- [F] ray for our band of [Bb] happy ragged [F] folk
[F] Tellin old stories and [C] fireside jokes
We're [F] living for the music, the [Bb] love and the [F] laugh,
[F] Hooray [C7] for the [F] riffraff! )
Raconteurs and bowsies, rebels and tramps
Travelers who ramble from camp to camp
Oh, dodgers and swagmen, vandals and rounders
Wandering hobo town-to-towners
Come join the circle and some jolly fools
Squatters and crusties who make their own rules
Riverbed beggars, carousers and thieves; Our only motto is anarchy!
Chorus
Migrating drifters, buskers on the streets
minstrels and gypsys with no shoes on our feet
oh, rovers and roaders, nomad souls
drinking feral vagabonds laying down the bedroll!
Whinos and drunkards, a stout drinking crew
Dancing on the tables, slamming down the brews
We don’t care if in the morning our heads need to be nursed
Pint after pint there’s no limit to our thirst
Chorus
Wizards and sages, druids and knaves
Outcasts, freaks, warriors brave
UU’s and pagans, children of the tribe
Again we are awakening, alive, alive, alive!
We come in all colors, stripes and spots
Raging grannies and bonkers, a rebel in our lot
We don’t care what we look like and we don’t wear underwear
Go ahead and stare we are everywhere
Chorus (Hooray for the Riff Raff x2)
Hoo- [F] ray for our band of [Bb] happy ragged [F] folk
[F] Tellin old stories and [C] fireside jokes
We're [F] living for the music, the [Bb] love and the [F] laugh,
[F] Hooray [C7] for the [F] riffraff! )
Raconteurs and bowsies, rebels and tramps
Travelers who ramble from camp to camp
Oh, dodgers and swagmen, vandals and rounders
Wandering hobo town-to-towners
Come join the circle and some jolly fools
Squatters and crusties who make their own rules
Riverbed beggars, carousers and thieves; Our only motto is anarchy!
Chorus
Migrating drifters, buskers on the streets
minstrels and gypsys with no shoes on our feet
oh, rovers and roaders, nomad souls
drinking feral vagabonds laying down the bedroll!
Whinos and drunkards, a stout drinking crew
Dancing on the tables, slamming down the brews
We don’t care if in the morning our heads need to be nursed
Pint after pint there’s no limit to our thirst
Chorus
Wizards and sages, druids and knaves
Outcasts, freaks, warriors brave
UU’s and pagans, children of the tribe
Again we are awakening, alive, alive, alive!
We come in all colors, stripes and spots
Raging grannies and bonkers, a rebel in our lot
We don’t care what we look like and we don’t wear underwear
Go ahead and stare we are everywhere
Chorus (Hooray for the Riff Raff x2)