John Entwistle - Cell Number Seven Lyrics
Six thirty in the morning, I'd just got to sleepI felt so tired didn't even count sheepI woke up with six policemen standing by the bedThe voice of doom was ringing in my headGet up fella, and don't make no fussPut your clothes on, you gotta come with us.To cell number sevenCell number sevenCell number sevenCell number seven ain't exactly Heaven.Bill the con said, I think it appearsI've only been dreaming the last four yearsWiggy said, I'm having so much funCell number one has something for everyoneMeanwhile in Boston the kids were queuingBack in Montreal we were just stewing.In cell number sevenCell number sevenCell number sevenCell number seven's a long way from Heaven.Micky boy was busy banging his cellWhile the admiral was trying to talk his way outta HellWell Bobby needs a change of seed and sandThe promoter's tearing out his hair screaming where's the band?(Guitar Solo)The chicks were in the chicken shack eating bread and honeyThe hotel manager was adding up the moneyCome on froggies let us payWe got a show to doWe gotta get away.In cell number two was the singer of The WhoPacing up and down like a tiger in a zooCousin Graham didn't even know what he'd doneTo make them take away his, NikonMeanwhile in Boston the kids were waitingWhile back in Montreal we were just speculating.In cell number sevenCell number sevenCell number sevenCell number seven ain't nothing like Heaven.The Birdman was sleeping in cage number threeWaiting for the sound of a turning keyWhile Dougal the Dane leant against the wallFrightened to sleep in case he should fallAnd meanwhile in Boston the kids never knewThat in cell numbers two, three, and seven were The Who.Cell number sevenMe and Moonie were in cell number sevenHe dribbled on my jacket in cell number sevenOo hooSnored like a goatRuined my coat.
