Cell Number Seven Lyrics - Singles - John Entwistle

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.