Stars farewell

So mr Red Shoes has danced the blues

His magic has been and gone

Now he's answered the call

and left ground control for Major Tom

Farewell Raspberry Beret

We won't see you again

But we will Kiss when the Doves Cry

And dance beneath the Purple Rain

All the Careless Whispers tell us it is so

George, it was your Last Christmas 

And we have Faith no more

Take It Easy, Mr Frey

So long to Lyin' Eyes

 Cheers to the magic makers

Pour me another Tequila Sunrise