That's Entertainment


Okay guys, okay we're back
This is us jamming to The Jam (cue laughter)
Let me turn my phone off man!
Okay, here we go, pocket!
Okay right, here we go


A police car and a screaming siren
Pneumatic drill and ripped up concrete
A baby wailing and a stray dog howling
The screech of brakes and a lamplight blinking


That's entertainment, that's entertainment


A smash of glass and the rumble of boots
An electric train and a ripped up phone booth
Paint splattered walls and the cry of a tom cat
Lights going out and a kick in the balls, ouch


That's entertainment, that's entertainment


Days of speed and slow time Monday's
Pissing down with rain on a boring Wednesday
Watching the news and not eating your tea
A freezing cold flat and death on the walls


I say That's entertainment, that's entertainment


Waking up at 6am on a cool warm morning
Opening the windows and breathing in petrol
An amateur band rehearses in a nearby yard
Watching the telly and thinking about your holidays


That's entertainment, that's entertainment


Waking up from bad dream and smelling of cigarettes
Waking up from a bad dream and smoking stale perfume
It's waking up from bad dream and smelling of cigarettes
It's waking up from a bad dream and smelling stale perfume
That's entertainment, that's entertainment (cue laughter)


Okay, we're not gonna stop it
We're gonna carry on listeners
But you made a mistake, you got the lyrics all wrong
I know i kept singing the same lyrics but it's alright
If the listeners are still listening
If the listeners are still listening, pick up from the "What"
It's Charlie's verse
We'll break it down from my verse and carry on from there, okay, you ready?
We're gonna breakdown!


Waking up from bad dream and smelling of cigarettes
It's waking up from a bad dream and smelling stale perfume
Cuddling a warm girl and smelling stale perfume
A hot summer's day and sticky black tarmac
Feeding ducks in the park and wishing you were far away


That's entertainment, that's entertainment


Two lovers kissing at the scream of midnight
Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude
Getting a cab and travelling on buses
Reading the grafitti about slashed seat affairs


I say that's entertainment, that's entertainment (x2)


And that's how to screw up, a Jam song (cue laughter)