A quick search on GOOGLE.COM revealed two versions of this song here: neilinnes.org. Of course we all know Neil Innes as the writer of MANY of the Monty Python songs....

- Al

Busted
(Stanshall/Innes)

I'm filthy, I'm hungry
I'm fed up to the teeth
I'm very revolutionary
I haven't washed in weeks
You've seen me dancing topless
And kipping on the beach
I'm so bloody normal
Yet I'm one of nature's freaks

I think it would do more good to try
And understand the other guy
In the soft, grey squeeze
As they mind the doors
Like a sacrifice for the minotaur
All together in the Blood Rush Hour!
C'mon fish-face, you got the power!

CHORUS
Then I went and got busted (yay)
They say I'm maladjusted (he's a fool)
I never can be trusted
By anybody anymore, yay yay yay
I got busted (yay)
My own mother was disgusted (she's a fool)
I got busted
(By the Law)

"'ello, 'ello, what's all this here?
I'll trim your wellingtons for you my dear."
I proceeded to plod at a porcupine pace
When I spotted the accused and decided to give chase
He blotted his copy book straight away
'Cause as soon as he saw me, whoops, 'e was away
Running like a rabbit, or a frisky poodle
Blowing his trousers like a bugle

CHORUS2
Then I went and got busted (yay)
They say I'm maladjusted (he's a fag)
I never can be trusted
By anybody anymore, yay yay yay
I got busted (yay)
My own mother was disgusted (she's a fag)
I got busted
(By the Law, by the Law, by the Law)
Moo...moo...moo...

VERSION 2

Busted - Anthropology
(Stanshall/Innes)

I was floating along
Enjoying the breeze
Watching the giants
Tearing 'part trees
The broad in the ballet performed in the street
By hot water bottles with faces and feet
At the fourteenth blood rush
I went paddling
The pygmies wove the sacred tile
Underwater in the Nile
Strip and style with burnished sand
Blablablablablablablabla

CHORUS
Then I went and got busted
They say I'm maladjusted
And I never can be trusted
By anybody anymore
Yeah, yeah
I got busted
My own mother was disgusted
I got busted
By the law

I was floating along
Enjoying the breeze
Watching the giants
Tearing 'part trees
The musculo oranges
Oh, blah blah guess guess
The fourteenth blood rush
I went paddling
The soft, grey squeeze of the upper crowd
Don't get caught in the blood rush ha
The halls that blore and the meat that hangs
The bacon breath of the Minotaur

CHORUS2
Then I went and got busted
And I never can be trusted
They say I'm maladjusted
Blah blah
Yay, yay!
I got busted!
My own mother was digusted!
I got busted
By the law