We stole a red
ute and went for a spin
When the coppers
they chased us, we didn’t give in
We drove on the
footpath, up the street the wrong way
Filled with our
booty, stolen earlier that day
I don’t have a
license, haven’t done any courses
But I really love
cars that have plenty of horses
I like it more
better if the car looks real cool
And love it the
best if someone else gets the fuel
I stole a few
purses from some elderly folk
But I call it a
gift ‘cause I’m a bloody nice bloke
They sure won’t
need it where going soon
So I ripped off their money and took off like a hoon
So come on you
coppers, chase me down the street
Oh, I’m on the
wrong side, this game is so neat
As coppers on bikes
they chase us round the block
The dog squad's here as
well, this is such a crock
I've run over some
spikes, there’s no air in my tyres
I’d better keep
running now the car has expired
Into someone’s
yard I’m running like mad
If the coppers
they catch me, this all will turn bad
Oh dear there’s a
dog chasing me close behind
Off to court I will
go, where I’ll be let go and fined
I’ll head back to
Brissy, and get another free ride
Can I go
straight, I don’t know, I’ve not tried
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