Six thirty in the morning, I'd just got to sleep   I felt so tired didn't even count sheep   I woke up with six policemen standing by the bed   The voice of doom was ringing in my head   Get up fella, and don't make no fuss   Put your clothes on, you gotta come with us.      To cell number seven   Cell number seven   Cell number seven   Cell number seven ain't exactly Heaven.      Bill the con said, I think it appears   I've only been dreaming the last four years   Wiggy said, I'm having so much fun   Cell number one has something for everyone   Meanwhile in Boston the kids were queuing   Back in Montreal we were just stewing.      In cell number seven   Cell number seven   Cell number seven   Cell number seven's a long way from Heaven.      Micky boy was busy banging his cell   While the admiral was trying to talk his way outta Hell   Well Bobby needs a change of seed and sand   The promoter's tearing out his hair screaming where's the band?      (Guitar Solo)      The chicks were in the chicken shack eating bread and honey   The hotel manager was adding up the money   Come on froggies let us pay   We got a show to do   We gotta get away.      In cell number two was the singer of The Who   Pacing up and down like a tiger in a zoo   Cousin Graham didn't even know what he'd done   To make them take away his, Nikon   Meanwhile in Boston the kids were waiting   While back in Montreal we were just speculating.      In cell number seven   Cell number seven   Cell number seven   Cell number seven ain't nothing like Heaven.      The Birdman was sleeping in cage number three   Waiting for the sound of a turning key   While Dougal the Dane leant against the wall   Frightened to sleep in case he should fall   And meanwhile in Boston the kids never knew   That in cell numbers two, three, and seven were The Who.      Cell number seven   Me and Moonie were in cell number seven   He dribbled on my jacket in cell number seven   Oo hoo   Snored like a goat   Ruined my coat.