The Controllers
Money, school, mom and dad
You wanna control my own life
Money, school, mom and dad
Blonde-Haired Ghost Her deep brown eyes were so radiant Her deep brown eyes were so radiant
Individuality I don't wear $40 jeans
The Police Song No, no A little old fashioned American fun
Hitler, Elvis, Billie Holliday
Controllers for yesterday
Russia, Reagan, USA
Controllers for today
Trying to control what they once had
They can't control me anymore
'Cuz, man I just shut my door
No no no!
I don't wanna be under someone's hand
It's my life
So leave me alone
The controllers
The controllers....
Trying to control what they once had
They can't control me anymore
'Cuz, man I just shut my door
You wanna control my own life
I don't wanna be under someone's hand
It's my life
So leave me alone
The controllers
The controllers....
She caught my eye near the food stand
I said to myself I'm at your command
Nothing about her to improve
She sang this tune as she moved: "Chocolate igloos under the sun, Cement hotdogs on my bun
You can't touch me I cannot feel
Hey man, I'm not for real"
I think I'm stuck on her for permanent
Love at first sight-Is that wrong?
Can't stop thinking about her and her song, her song:
"Chocolate igloos under the sun, Cement hotdogs on my bun
You can't touch me I cannot feel
Hey man, I'm not for real"
I think I'm stuck on her for permanent
Love at first sight-Is that wrong?
Can't stop thinking about her and her song, her song, her song....
They criticize me
But I don't care
I will be me
So let them stare
Individuality
Individuality
Individuality
No alligator on my shirt
I will be me
And I won't be a fake, cause of that
Individuality
Individuality
Individuality
They all want to be the same
Afraid of the big game
The game of yourself
Your own self
Individuality
Individuality
Individuality
A little old fashioned American fun
Never never never hurt no one
Beating on kids with big black sticks
That's how we get our kicks
That's why we say-Support your local police force
We drive around in big mean cars
We hate kids with electric guitars
When people see us coming they really flip
It's the ultimate, ultimate macho trip
Egotistical maniacs
With their long black guns
And funny blue slacks
Egotistical maniacs
I wish someone would get them off our backs
No, no
No,no
Never never never hurt no one
Beating on kids with big black sticks
That's how we get our kicks
That's why we say-Support your local police force
And that's why we say-Support your local police force--police force.