The Last Whistle

(hummmm) My lips are pursed,

my breath is ready,

the melody's in my head

I've whistled in a thousand ads,

the happy words I've said

The final show is at the town hall,

the people fill the seats I'll whistle them a happy tune,

a song that never retreats.

I'm the whistler's last performance,

the notes fly out so clear

The happy tune, the cheerful sound,

a joy for all to hear The children clap,

the parents smile, the old folks tap their feet

And I will be the whistler,

with happiness complete.

I've whistled for the coffee ads,

and for the happy cars I've whistled for the toys and games,

the ones that go to Mars The simple joy of a happy

tune, a sound that makes you smile And I've been whistling for

the world, a happy,

joyful while.

The final whistle rings out true,

a happy, soaring note

The audience rises to their feet,

they all begin to gloat

They cheer and shout and clap their hands,

a happy, joyous sound

And I am the whistler,

the happiest man around.

I'm the whistler's last performance,

the notes fly out so clear

The happy tune, the cheerful sound,

a joy for all to hear The children clap,

the parents smile, the old folks tap their feet

And I will be the whistler,

with happiness complete.

With happiness complete. (hahaha)