Streaked but it won't sook through
  There's a young man praying
  For a passing patrol car
  On a street that they don't go to.

  This is no ordinary return
  The day turned lethal
  This is no ordinary return
  Should have taken the "special"
  This is no ordinary return.

  Grip on a stolen cheque-card
  He was going to sign it there
  There's a diesel stopping for the snappiest shopper
  All dressed to kill in his leisure wear.

  A blue, blue sky
  Goes rolling over ond over
  Till the smoke comes pouring
  From a stolen Rover.

  Crowd at the ticket turnstile
  Set for o seat in the stand
  And they all pass running
  Till there's one of them stretched out
  Marked by more than the makers brand