I am from Liverpool and the version I knew growing up was:
We're off, we're off, we're off in a motor car.
60 cops are after us and we don't know where we are.
Turned around the corner eating an apple pie, along came a copper and he poked me in the eye.
I went to tell me mother, me mother wasn't in.
I went to tell me father and he chucked me in the bin.
I went to tell me grandma, she was deaf and dumb. She hung me on the washing line and smacked me on the bum.