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.