Y Control

Oh so all my lovin' goes

Under the fog, fog, fog

And I will leave them all

Well I'm just a poor little baby 'Cause well

I believe them all Oh so while you're growing old

Under the gun, gun, gun

And I believe them all

Well I'm just one poor baby 'Cause well

I believe them all I wish

I could buy back The woman you stole

Y control, Y control

You walk, walk, walk, walk, walk my winners

Out of control, out of control

You walk, walk, walk, walk, walk my winners

Out of control, high control

You walk, walk, walk, walk, walk my winners

Out of control, out of control

You walk, walk, walk, walk,