| Song | Control |
| Artist | The Fix - Original London Cast |
| Album | The Fix (Original London Cast Recording) |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : John Dempsey/Dana P. Rowe |
| [00:03.715] | Reed: |
| [00:04.003] | You've gotta remember Cal |
| [00:05.863] | It's gonna be your face |
| [00:09.227] | Shing from the magazines |
| [00:11.383] | Your smile |
| [00:12.671] | Striking up the band |
| [00:14.854] | Your words |
| [00:16.101] | Splashed across the bumperstickers |
| [00:18.310] | Your voice |
| [00:19.566] | Heard throughout the land |
| [00:21.477] | The people think they hire you |
| [00:23.037] | Can kick you to the curb |
| [00:24.725] | Their voices may be many |
| [00:26.279] | But you get the reverb |
| [00:30.420] | It's gonna be your thoughts |
| [00:33.887] | In the periodicals |
| [00:35.353] | Your Nerve |
| [00:37.017] | Stirrin' up the coals |
| [00:39.161] | Your eyes |
| [00:40.565] | Staring from the bully-pulpits |
| [00:42.294] | Your song |
| [00:44.032] | Climbing up the poles |
| [00:45.877] | The masses think they own you |
| [00:47.255] | Can throw you on the ropes |
| [00:49.065] | Sure, they can change a channel |
| [00:50.872] | But you can bump the soaps |
| [00:53.418] | Cal: No, no, no Dad...! Land mines... |
| [00:55.292] | Reed: Don't you worry, son! |
| [00:56.120] | I've danced around worse than this before. |
| [00:57.844] | You just gotta remember a few basic rules... |
| [01:02.036] | Public office is a minefield |
| [01:05.558] | Right! Left! |
| [01:07.448] | One wrong step, you're blown away |
| [01:10.048] | Hey! |
| [01:11.085] | Lead your opponent t'ward the fray |
| [01:14.239] | That's how it's done |
| [01:18.554] | Do all you know to trick your foe |
| [01:22.044] | To keep him unaware |
| [01:24.442] | Cal: Dad... |
| [01:24.781] | Reed: Shhhhhhh! |
| [01:25.248] | Cal: Oh |
| [01:25.794] | Reed: He'll walk straight into a snare |
| [01:28.831] | "Sayonara", "C'est la guerre" |
| [01:30.656] | And kid you've won! |
| [01:33.411] | Cal & Reed: And then... |
| [01:33.949] | It's gonna be your face... |
| [01:38.525] | Your smile... |
| [01:41.958] | Your words... |
| [01:45.278] | Your style... |
| [01:48.695] | Your eyes |
| [01:50.787] | Playin' up the public |
| [01:52.155] | Your sweat |
| [01:54.079] | Payin' up the toll |
| [01:56.183] | Your prize |
| [01:57.800] | Ya gotta remember |
| [01:58.877] | You're lost without |
| [02:00.519] | There ain't no doubt |
| [02:02.127] | It's all about control... |
| [02:06.574] | Control! |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : John Dempsey Dana P. Rowe |
| [00:03.715] | Reed: |
| [00:04.003] | You' ve gotta remember Cal |
| [00:05.863] | It' s gonna be your face |
| [00:09.227] | Shing from the magazines |
| [00:11.383] | Your smile |
| [00:12.671] | Striking up the band |
| [00:14.854] | Your words |
| [00:16.101] | Splashed across the bumperstickers |
| [00:18.310] | Your voice |
| [00:19.566] | Heard throughout the land |
| [00:21.477] | The people think they hire you |
| [00:23.037] | Can kick you to the curb |
| [00:24.725] | Their voices may be many |
| [00:26.279] | But you get the reverb |
| [00:30.420] | It' s gonna be your thoughts |
| [00:33.887] | In the periodicals |
| [00:35.353] | Your Nerve |
| [00:37.017] | Stirrin' up the coals |
| [00:39.161] | Your eyes |
| [00:40.565] | Staring from the bullypulpits |
| [00:42.294] | Your song |
| [00:44.032] | Climbing up the poles |
| [00:45.877] | The masses think they own you |
| [00:47.255] | Can throw you on the ropes |
| [00:49.065] | Sure, they can change a channel |
| [00:50.872] | But you can bump the soaps |
| [00:53.418] | Cal: No, no, no Dad...! Land mines... |
| [00:55.292] | Reed: Don' t you worry, son! |
| [00:56.120] | I' ve danced around worse than this before. |
| [00:57.844] | You just gotta remember a few basic rules... |
| [01:02.036] | Public office is a minefield |
| [01:05.558] | Right! Left! |
| [01:07.448] | One wrong step, you' re blown away |
| [01:10.048] | Hey! |
| [01:11.085] | Lead your opponent t' ward the fray |
| [01:14.239] | That' s how it' s done |
| [01:18.554] | Do all you know to trick your foe |
| [01:22.044] | To keep him unaware |
| [01:24.442] | Cal: Dad... |
| [01:24.781] | Reed: Shhhhhhh! |
| [01:25.248] | Cal: Oh |
| [01:25.794] | Reed: He' ll walk straight into a snare |
| [01:28.831] | " Sayonara", " C' est la guerre" |
| [01:30.656] | And kid you' ve won! |
| [01:33.411] | Cal Reed: And then... |
| [01:33.949] | It' s gonna be your face... |
| [01:38.525] | Your smile... |
| [01:41.958] | Your words... |
| [01:45.278] | Your style... |
| [01:48.695] | Your eyes |
| [01:50.787] | Playin' up the public |
| [01:52.155] | Your sweat |
| [01:54.079] | Payin' up the toll |
| [01:56.183] | Your prize |
| [01:57.800] | Ya gotta remember |
| [01:58.877] | You' re lost without |
| [02:00.519] | There ain' t no doubt |
| [02:02.127] | It' s all about control... |
| [02:06.574] | Control! |