| I’m filthy, I’m hungry
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| I’m fed up to the teeth
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| I’m very revolutionary
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| I haven’t washed in weeks
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| You’ve seen me dancing topless
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| And kipping on the beach
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| I’m so bloody normal
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| Yet I’m one of nature’s freaks
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| I think it would do more good to try
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| And understand the other guy
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| In the soft, grey squeeze
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| As they mind the doors
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| Like a sacrifice for the minotaur
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| All together in the Blood Rush Hour!
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| C’mon fish-face, you got the power!
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| Then I went and got busted (yay)
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| They say I’m maladjusted (he's a fool)
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| I never can be trusted
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| By anybody anymore, yay yay yay
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| I got busted (yay)
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| My own mother was disgusted (she's a fool)
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| I got busted
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| (By the Law)
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| «'ello, 'ello, what’s all this here?
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| I’ll trim your wellingtons for you my dear.»
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| I proceeded to plod at a porcupine pace
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| When I spotted the accused and decided to give chase
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| He blotted his copy book straight away
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| 'Cause as soon as he saw me, whoops, 'e was away
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| Running like a rabbit, or a frisky poodle
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| Blowing his trousers like a bugle
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| Then I went and got busted (yay)
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| They say I’m maladjusted (he's a fag)
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| I never can be trusted
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| By anybody anymore, yay yay yay
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| I got busted (yay)
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| My own mother was disgusted (she's a fag)
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| I got busted
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| (By the Law, by the Law, by the Law)
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| Moo… moo…moo… |