Exercising Some Control - Roy Harper

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