The Entertainer

You write your songs of love Like the channel of the century And I'm receiving like I'm meant to be impressed By you following your lust Like an intrepid adventurer While you leave your trail of disaster Oh, whoa Oh-oh, whoa-whoa Sing it like you've never said it before Mean it with your wasted heart Try to believe that there's something to stay for There's always before and after for the entertainer Time folds out on itself Like a never-ending mystery And I wonder will there ever be enough Time to write your book of wrongs And delight us like a bachelor Is that why they call you the entertainer? Oh, whoa Oh-oh, whoa-whoa Sing it like you've never said it before Mean it with your wasted heart Try to believe that there's something to stay for There's always before and after for the entertainer Oh, whoa Oh-oh, whoa-whoa Sing it like you've never said it before Mean it with your wasted heart Try to believe that there's something to stay for There's always before and after for the entertainer For the entertainer The entertainer