The Whistler

He be the whistler - ain't got no problems no He needs you 'bout as much as a stone weighing him down But you're a purdy one - and he'll stare at you for hours 'Til the morning sun tells him no Dutch courage on his side - give it time and we'll have something Going down tonight - mmmh And how her legs can sway - could they sway like that for hours? 'Til the mornin' sun ends this night So go waste Some time Letting something Something different Pilot your mind Aight So that's a Glasgow kiss? Knocked right back into first person Still my head's a kite - and my eyes they're a disco And how the floor it sways - it'll sway like this for hours 'Til the mornin' sun crowns me King So go waste Some time Letting something Something different Pilot your mind Watch me grow tall Watch me grow strong Watch me grow young So go waste Some time Letting something Something different Pilot your mind