They said release 'Remote Control'

But we didn't want it on the label

They said, "Fly to Amsterdam"

The people laughed but the press went mad



Ooh ooh ooh someone's really smart



On the last tour my mates couldn't get in

I'd open up the back door but they'd get run out again

At every hotel we was met by the Law



Ooh ooh ooh have we done something wrong?



They said we'd be artistically free

When we signed that bit of paper

They meant let's make a lotsa mon-ee

An' worry about it later



Ooh ooh ooh I'll never understand



All over the news spread fast

They're dirty, they're filthy

They ain't gonna last!



This is Joe Public speaking

I'm controlled in the body, controlled in the mind



Total

See-o-n control - that means you!