Lyrics:

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

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

Entertain the entertainer
Entertain the entertainer…

Like a shot, like a paparazzo picture gone to pot
His decay bears no reversal;
On the rocks he will take his medicine straight
But this is not, I repeat not, dress rehearsal
You're so hot, eggs are frying where you walk upon the street;
X the spot where he hopes he'll always fall upon his feet
What a shock when he stumbles in the spotlight –
Is that what entertains the entertainer?

Let's talk about something else;
Let's talk about us;
Let's talk about egocentricity;
Let's talk about keeping it up

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
Like a shot he'll regale you with his stories –
Is that what entertains the entertainer?
Like a shot he'll be thrown upon your mercy –
Is that what entertains the entertainer?
What a shock when he stumbles in the spotlight –
Is that what entertains the entertainer?

Let's talk about something else;
Let's talk about us;
Let's talk about egocentricity;
Let's talk about keeping it up