Standing around in Oxford Street waiting for the bus When a copper stands beside me and says I'm nicked for sus "What the fuck you on about, I'm only standing here?" Then he hits me round the head and I start to shake with fear You're nicked So don't stand around in a crowded place And if you do, don't have a smile across your face Because if there is a copper wants to act right thick Then he'll come along and pull you in and lock you in the nick You're nicked Never let a copper search you in the street Because there're things they'll plant on you to make themselves look neat Anything from car keys to a drug that can't be used They'll drag you to the cells 'cause they've got fuck all else to do You're nicked (you're next) Standing in the court room denying every word The boy in blue is lying and the verdict is observed How can they find me guilty when I haven't done a thing? But the judge is so one sided that the copper's smiling YOU'RE NICKED (WHO'S NEXT?)