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
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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.
Lyrics: Cell Number Seven, John Entwistle [end]