| Here we go again, driver ain’t in no fit state
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| Cos we had one or two over the eight
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| I need to relieve myself, can’t wait
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| Blue light flashing, comin' up a-right behind
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| Gin and Mary hittin' the cats eyes
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| Trying hard to follow the white line
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| I ain’t ready to face the law
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| I ain’t huntin' and that’s for sure
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| Maybe they’ll just want an autograph
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| So keep your hands off my power supply
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| There’s no chance that we’ll get away
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| So keep your hands to yourself my oh my
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| I guess it ain’t our lucky day — hey hey
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| A white inceptor, maybe they’re flagging us down
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| Now the boys in blue have their nose to the ground
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| Watch him over «Can I see your licence sir?»
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| I ain’t ready to blow in the bag
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| I ain’t ready to lose my rag
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| Gotta work out what I’m gonna say
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| So keep your hands off my power supply
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| There’s no chance that we’ll get away
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| So keep your hands to yourself my oh my
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| I guess it ain’t our lucky day hey hey
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| Gotta get away
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| I ain’t ready to face the law
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| I ain’t huntin' and that’s for sure
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| Better leave my gear stick alone
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| So keep your hands off my power supply
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| There’s no chance that we’ll get away
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| So keep your hands to yourself my oh my
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| I guess it ain’t our lucky day — hey hey
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| Gotta get away
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| Gotta get away |