I was listening to the music on the radio
 I had a feeling that something's not right
 The music was loud, we could still hear the crowd
 From the gig that we played that night 

 We pulled into a motorway restaurant
 Stopped awhile, fooled around
 But I still had a feeling that something's not right
 'Cause we're standing in a whole in the ground 

 Stop, get out
 We are the strong arm of the law
 Stop, get out
 We are the strong arm of the law 

 Into the night came a blue flashing light
 blast from the siren to make sure
 But it came to a stop behind the motorway cop
 Who'd been tailing us for more than an hour 

 He pulled us out of the car on the side of the road
 He questioned us one at a time
 Where is the gear that we know that you use
 We said the only speed we use is on cars 

 You should've seen the stupid smirk drop from his face
 It was a negative exercise
 The way that we dress and the things that we do
 They thought it was an easy bust