John Entwistle - Cell Number Seven Lyrics

Six thirty in the morning, I'd just got to sleep

I felt so tired didn't even count sheep

I woke up with six policemen standing by the bed

The voice of doom was ringing in my head

Get up fella, and don't make no fuss

Put your clothes on, you gotta come with us.



To cell number seven

Cell number seven

Cell number seven

Cell number seven ain't exactly Heaven.



Bill the con said, I think it appears

I've only been dreaming the last four years

Wiggy said, I'm having so much fun

Cell number one has something for everyone

Meanwhile in Boston the kids were queuing

Back in Montreal we were just stewing.



In cell number seven

Cell number seven

Cell number seven

Cell number seven's a long way from Heaven.



Micky boy was busy banging his cell

While the admiral was trying to talk his way outta Hell

Well Bobby needs a change of seed and sand

The promoter's tearing out his hair screaming where's the band?



(Guitar Solo)



The chicks were in the chicken shack eating bread and honey

The hotel manager was adding up the money

Come on froggies let us pay

We got a show to do

We gotta get away.



In cell number two was the singer of The Who

Pacing up and down like a tiger in a zoo

Cousin Graham didn't even know what he'd done

To make them take away his, Nikon

Meanwhile in Boston the kids were waiting

While back in Montreal we were just speculating.



In cell number seven

Cell number seven

Cell number seven

Cell number seven ain't nothing like Heaven.



The Birdman was sleeping in cage number three

Waiting for the sound of a turning key

While Dougal the Dane leant against the wall

Frightened to sleep in case he should fall

And meanwhile in Boston the kids never knew

That in cell numbers two, three, and seven were The Who.



Cell number seven

Me and Moonie were in cell number seven

He dribbled on my jacket in cell number seven

Oo hoo

Snored like a goat

Ruined my coat.