A police car and a screaming siren,
pneumatic drill and ripped up concrete.
A baby waiting straight out howling,
the screecher breaks and left right blinking.
That's entertainment,
that's entertainment.
A smash of glass and a rumble of boots,
an electric train and a ripped out Volvo.
Paced out to war, send the cry of a Tomcat,
lights going out and a kick in the balls.
I say that's entertainment,
that's entertainment.
They
jump speed and slide on Mondays,
fishing down with rain on a boring Wednesday.
Watching
the news and not eating your tea.
A freezing cold black and dad's on the wall,
I say that's
entertainment,
that's entertainment.
Waking up at 6am on a cool morning,
opening the windows and breathing in petrol.
An hour
to a family house in a nearby yard,
watching the telly and thinking about your holidays.
That's entertainment,
that's entertainment.
Waking up on bad news and smoking cigarettes,
cutting a wall garden and smelling snout perfume.
A hot summer's day and sticky black tar,
make feed back to the park and I would chill you up all the way.
That's entertainment,
that's entertainment.
Two lovers kissing, most a scream of midnight.
Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude.
Getting a cab and travelling on buses,
reading the graffiti and the slats,
seats and players.
I say that's entertainment,
that's entertainment.