I used to know a band

Two boys, a girl, they didn't understand

Hung out in london bars,

With beaten up guitars

Searching for a short cut to the stars



Then they won awards

For compositions built on minor chords

The darlings of the press

Without resorting to undressing

Giving lessons to the less adored



Let me, let me entertain you

Let me cheer you up

And show you how everyone can

Have a, have a real good time



One, two, three sold-out shows

They threw a party for the powdered nose

Who never saw the stalls or any curtain calls

Now you know how many asses had to get

A kissing at the albert hall



Let me, let me entertain you

Let me cheer you up

And make you feel everything is

Gonna, gonna be alright....

Let me, let me entertain you

Let me cheer you up

And show you how everyone can

Have a, have a real good time