SONGS & DREAMS
|Whistler, you finally made the scene!
Babe, you're the epitome of Western decadence!
Oh, babe, you look so fine up there on stage!
Whistle us a sweet melody
Through those lips.
Shake those hips!
My, you look just like your idol.
Babe, you've become an idol!
Whistler, now don't you feel good?
Babe, you're finally there;
Don't you run away!
Sweet child, how's the weather up there on stage?
Whistler, you've got your neon name
On TV! In magazines!
My, you've got your neon name.
Babe, you've got your dream of fame!