I’m trying to remember, but I think my name’s not Ben,
It could actually be Alice but I’ll have to think again.
Looking down I’ve got a skirt on so that must mean I’m a lady,
Unless if I’m from Scotland and a kilted John MacBrady.
More importantly I’m standing on a platform for a train,
Am I waiting for a friend or am I travelling again?
I frisk myself to see if there’s a wallet or a purse,
No luck, it seems my situation’s getting rapidly much worse.
With no money, no ID and not a ticket to be seen,
I jump over the barrier and run towards the green.
The station guards are chasing me, though I’ve done nothing wrong,
But wait, perhaps I mugged someone? I’ve been gone for far too long.
My memory has failed me, so I can only run,
I’m hoping that I’m faster than the tall guard with a gun.
A car pulls up beside me and a guy opens the door,
I’m fastening my seatbelt, I’M RUNNING FROM THE LAW!