Lyrics

I've got a dog he's like a two ton frog I call him 'some control' Yesterday I took him for his walkies in the park He's a beautiful thundering soul At first he never took a fancy to any one passing by Until a big fat cop came into his sights And he had to know the reason why So he took his little piece out of the gentleman's leg And the gentleman was sore surprised And limping up to me he whispered quietly "what are you playing at?" "I'm exercising some control, I said "Exercising some control Exercising some control." When I awoke I gave myself a poke To make sure that I was still alive I noticed I was standing in a courtroom with a judge So I thought I'd better show him how to jive As I was freaking out with my fancy The judge said, "Give us a kiss" I said, "Oh dear, that's a little bit queer I think I'll have to give this one a miss." But just as I was planning on a trip to the moon In my everlasting rubber John He said "OK Mutton Jeff— it's no good acting deaf Fined twenty quid you creep For exercising some control" Exercising some control Exercising some control Underneath the washing powder headlines We'll meet at ten past nine You can do a clog-dance on the top of my chapatti I don't care no more About exercising some control Swimming in the tadpole bowl Whilst drinking in the tadpole bowl Leaking in the tadpole bowl Exercising some control