Like a Shot, the Entertainer Peter Hammill

[Instrumental Intro]

[Verse 1]
Like a shot from the barrel of a smoking gun he's not
Still he aims for adoration
On the spot where the kettle has been called black by the pot
He awaits his true vocation
You're so hot, eggs are frying where you walk upon the street
What you got is the secret that he'd trade his soul to keep

[Refrain]
Like a shot he will tell you all his stories –
Is that what entertains the entertainer?

[Verse 2]
Like a shot of the elixir of youth your trade in stock
Both a curse and a protection;
Like a shot, in like Flynn, he'll tie his tongue up in a knot
To profess his true affection
You're so hot, eggs are frying where you walk upon the street;
You're so hot that he turns to tango every time you meet

[Refrain]
Like a shot he'll be thrown upon your mercy –
Is that what entertains the entertainer?