In the heart of Hollywood's dreamladen glow,
Stands a temple of rock, where legends would go.
The Whisky a Go Go, where the magic begins,
Echoes of music, where stardom spins.

Beneath the bright lights of the Sunset Strip,
A doorway to dreams, where notes freely slip.
The Doors, Led Zeppelin, their spirits ignite,
Van Halen, Alice Cooper, they soared through the night.

Guitar riffs and vocals, a symphony’s blast,
The Whisky, a haven for icons amassed.
“Alabama Song” in the air, spirits so high,
As melodies mingled with dreams in the sky.

A place where the rhythm and the passion collide,
Where history and harmony walk side by side.
A sanctuary for those with rock in their veins,
A stage where the soul of the music remains.

Whisky Bar, a name whispered in reverence and awe,
A shrine to the timeless, a marvel to draw.
Hollywood’s heartbeat, where dreams come alive,
The temple of rock, where legends survive.