Oh, but if you want to win it You win my heart Yeah, you get it all You make my motor run Just go faster, faster, don't be slow Rev it up, rev it up 'til your engine blows You win my love, yeah you're number one

Ain't talkin' 'bout love My love is rotten to the core Hey hey hey I heard the news baby, all about your disease Yeah you may have all you want, baby, but I got somethin' you need Oh yeah, ain't talkin' 'bout love Just like I told you before, yeah before

Can it be I stayed away too long Did I leave your mind when I was gone But this time let me tell you where I'm at I want to, want to be where you are (ooh aah) I want to, want to be where you are (oh aah) I want to be, I want to be (oh) It's not my thing

A dissident is here Escape is never the safest path She had to turn around Oh, a dissident, a dissident is here, oh She nursed him there Ooh, over a night Wasn't so sure she wanted him to stay What to say, what to say But soon she was down, soon he was

Want some bacon? Naw, man, I don't eat pork. Are you Jewish? I ain't Jewish, I just don't dig on swine, that's all. Pigs are filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals. Yeah, but bacon tastes good. Pork chops taste good.

I've got to be that someone that you're with Oh god, I want to be that someone that you're with And I can talk about it all day long till I run out of breath But I still want to be that someone that you're with And I'm pacing by the phone 'Cause I hate

But still I find you there I'm far from good, it's true But still I find you But still you, still you want me Oh, I always let you down You're shattered on the ground And oh, stupid things I do Next to me (next to me)

Oh, but if you want to win it You win my heart Yeah, you get it all You make my motor run Just go faster, faster, don't be slow Rev it up, rev it up 'til your engine blows You win my love, yeah you're number one

But oh my, don't try to get close I'm just gonna leave 'cause baby I'm a lone ranger I don't want to get broken baby Sometimes I get high, sometimes I get low But I'm calm as can be in a room full of strangers Na, na, na, nana, na, na, na Give me miles,

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 Ooh ooh ooh complete control, that's a laugh On the last tour my mates