I've always made my livin' by drivin' a truck,
And when I drove that Beemer, I was so out of luck.
Down the old A1 at one thirty miles an hour,
My accelerator stuck whilst driving at full power.

Four cop cars were chasin' me, their sirens a blare,
And a helicopter up above disturbing the air.
I zoomed past the traffic at alarming speed,
They wanted me to stop but I could not pay heed.

For sixty miles I sped along the old A1,
I can tell you my friends, it was certainly no fun.
The Police maybe thought I was keeping aloof,
Until I hit a roundabout and ended on my roof.

I survived with no injuries, of which to speak,
I told the cops the story and felt so meek.
I really couldn't help it, so I was not in the wrong,
And now I am immortalised in a stupid song.