Intro: verse 1 Here we go again, driving home and in no fit state Cause we had one or two over the eight I need to relieve myself, can't wait verse 2 Blue light flashing, coming up a-right behind Me and Mary hittin' the cats eyes Trying hard to follow the white line Pre-Chorus Well I ain't ready to face the law I ain't running and that's for sure Maybe they'll just want an autograph So keep your hands off my power supply There's no chance that we'll get away, yeah-hey So keep your hands to yourself, my oh my I guess it ain't our lucky day, yay-yay verse 3 N.C. A white inceptor or maybe they're flagging us down Now the boys in blue have a nose around What's your number, can I see your licence sir? (Gimme air, gimme air) Pre-Chorus But I ain't ready to blow in the bag I ain't ready to lose my rag Gotta work out what I'm gonna say So keep your hands off my power supply There's no chance that we'll get away, yeah-hey So keep your hands to yourself, my oh my I guess it ain't our lucky day, yay-yay (Gotta get away-ya) Solo: (x3) Pre-Chorus Well I ain't ready to face the law I ain't running and that's for sure Mary leave my gear stick alone So keep your hands off my power supply There's no chance that we'll get away, yeah-hey So keep your hands to yourself, my oh my I guess it ain't our lucky day, yay-yay Gotta get away, gotta get away, yay-hey Outro