Song Lyrics

Police car with a screaming siren
Pneumatic drill on ripped-up concrete
Baby wails, a stray dog howling
Brakes screech as lamp light blinking

That's entertainment
That's entertainment

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

That's entertainment
That's entertainment
La, la, la
La, la, la

Days of speed and a slow time Mondays
Wake up at six am and think about your holidays
Open window and breathe in petrol
Cold flat with damp on the walls

Yes, that's entertainment
That's entertainment
La, la, la
La, la, la
La, la, la
La, la, la

Two lovers kissing over screams of midnight
Two lovers miss the tranquility of solitude
Read graffiti 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
La, la, la...

Paul John Weller