(Intro)
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Hell is gone and heaven's here,
There's nothing left for you to fear,
Shake your arse,
come over here now, scream.
I'm a burning effigy
of everything I used to be,
You're my rock of empathy, my dear.
So come on, let me-e entertain you,
Let me-e entertain you.
Life's too short for you to die,
So grab yourself an alibi,
Heaven knows
your Mother lied Mon cher.
So separate your rights from wrongs,
Come and sing a different song,
The kettle's on
so don't be long Mon cher.
So come on, let me-e entertain you,
Let me-e entertain you.
Look me up in the yellow pages,
I will be your rock of ages,
You see through fads
and crazy phases, yeah.
Little Bo Peep has lost his sheep,
He popped a pill and fell asleep,
The dew is wet
but the grass is sweet, my dear.
Your mind gets burned
with the habits you've learned,
But we're the generation
that's got ought to be heard.
You're tired of your teachers
and you school's a drag,
You're not going to end up
like your Mum and Dad.
So come on, let me-e entertain you,
Let me-e entertain you.
Let me-e entertain you.
He may be good,
he may be outta sight,
But he can't be here,
so come around tonight.
Here is the place
where the feeling grows,
You gotta get high
before you taste the lows, so come on.
Let me-e entertain you,
Let me-e entertain you,
So come on, let me-e entertain you,
Let me-e entertain you.
Come on, come on, come on, come on,
Come on, come on, come on, come on,
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Come on, come on, come on, come on,
Come on, come on, come on, come on,
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
(Outro)
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Let me-e entertain you,
Let me-e entertain you.
Let me-e entertain you.