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