Paul Weller
That’s Entertainment
[Verse 1:]
Police car with a screaming siren
Pneumatic drill on ripped-up concrete
Baby wails, a stray dog howling
Brakes screech as lamp light blinking
[Hook:]
That's Entertainment
That's Entertainment
[Verse 2:]
Smash of glass and a rumble of boots
Electric train and a ripped up phone booth
A hot day and a sticky black tarmac
A hot day and I'm wishing I was far away
[Hook:]
(La, la, la
La, la, la)
[Verse 2:]
Days of speed and a slow time Mondays
Wake up at 6 AM and think about your holidays
Open window and breathe in petrol
Cold flat with damp on the walls
Yes..
[Hook:]
(La, la, la
La, la, la
La, la, la
La, la, la)
[Verse 3:]
Two lovers kissing over screams of midnight
Two lovers miss the tranquility of solitude
Read grafitti of slash-seat affairs
Splattered walls and a kick in the balls
Is all that you get, in the name of entertainment
(La, la, la)