[Intro - Fast, chugging blues-rock riff]
[Verse 1]
Busted for walking too slow on the street,
Apparently that is against the decree.
Handcuffed for giving a pigeon a treat,
A bird that the sergeant refused to see.
They said my sneeze disturbed the peace,
No permit to clear out my head.
They called in the tactical riot police,
And threw me in prison instead.
[Chorus]
Nothing to see here, move along now,
Nothing to see here, don't ask how.
We busted that guy for breathing wrong,
And that poor lady for humming a song.
Step right back across the line,
Nothing to see here, everything’s fine.
[Verse 2]
Fined for wearing two mismatched socks,
A dangerous fashion violation.
Fifty quid fine for feeding the ducks,
Without the proper documentation.
Jaywalked across a dead-end street,
Where traffic hadn't run in years.
Now I'm doing life with chains on my feet,
Surrounded by the prisoners' jeers.
[Chorus]
Nothing to see here, move along now,
Nothing to see here, don't ask how.
We busted that guy for breathing wrong,
And that poor lady for humming a song.
Step right back across the line,
Nothing to see here, everything’s fine.
[Guitar Solo Slot - 12 Bars: Fast, driving, blues-rock solo]
[Verse 3]
Locked up for laughing a little too loud,
Breaking the library silent zone.
Cited for drawing a dangerous crowd,
Of three stray cats and a chicken bone.
Jailed for sitting in a wooden chair,
Without an official sitting license.
They dragged me away by the roots of my hair,
For a heavy act of defiance.
[Bridge]
They said my smile looked suspicious,
My left shoe was far too blue.
My sandwich looked highly malicious,
And my hat was two inches askew!
[Verse 4]
Ticketed hard for blinking wrong,
Left eye closing before the right.
Charged for whistling an old rock song,
On a Tuesday just before midnight.
Booked by the squad for counting out loud,
Because numbers are a public threat.
I'm marching away through a hostile crowd,
With absolutely no regret.
[Final Chorus]
Nothing to see here, this all makes sense,
Nothing to see here, no offense.
We busted that tree for standing tall,
And that stray cloud for looking like a ball.
Move along now, don't make a sound,
Nothing to see here, everything’s fine.
[Outro]
Arrested for singing this final song,
Guess I won't be here for long!
[Sudden hard stop on a crashing chord]
