Newton Wayne, no more Newton Wayne.
Hearing you sing gives my ears pain.

Watch your show, at the Flamingo,
your voice sounds so old,
tone is cold,
feels like mold,
your fate's sold

Newton Wayne, no more Newton Wayne.
Most of your fans are so inane.
Not a hoax, Johnny Carson jokes,
you're over the hill,
pay the bill,
take a pill,
write your will.

Newton Wayne, no more Newton Wayne.
You are as welcome as a stain.
Yes they must, implode the Stardust,
had to let you go,
what a blow,
so we thought,
no more show.

Newton Wayne, no more Newton Wayne.
Wash away with the desert rain.
Your black hair, from a pen named Flair,
but the memory stays,
you can bet,
like a stale,
cigarette.