Angel Songtext
von The Jetzons
Angel Songtext
You got your motor running
Not having a whole lot of fun and I′m all dressed up you know
There ain't no place to go and the phone rings
Ain′t got no time for that!
Too busy rearranging, this scene is gotta be changing
Too much, too much, I know
The TV's always on, I keep the curtains drawn
The mail's piled up on the desk
The whole damn place is a wreck, now clean up
Ain′t got no time for that!
I think I′d rather wait, just sit and vegetate
Too much, too much
There's an angel on my doorstep
And I do believe she′s mine
She's ready, and she′s waiting
She's out there all the time
The TV′s always on, I keep the curtains drawn
The mail's piled up on the desk
The whole damn place is a wreck, now clean up
Ain't got no time for that!
I think I′d rather wait, just sit and vegetate
Too much, too much
There′s an angel on my doorstep
I do believe she's mine
She′s ready, and she's waiting
She′s out there all the time
You got your motor running
Not having a whole lot of fun and I'm all dressed up you know
There ain′t no place to go and the phone rings
Ain't got no time for that!
Too busy rearranging, this scene is got to be changing
Too much, too much
Too much, too much
Too much
Ain't got no time for that!
Not having a whole lot of fun and I′m all dressed up you know
There ain't no place to go and the phone rings
Ain′t got no time for that!
Too busy rearranging, this scene is gotta be changing
Too much, too much, I know
The TV's always on, I keep the curtains drawn
The mail's piled up on the desk
The whole damn place is a wreck, now clean up
Ain′t got no time for that!
I think I′d rather wait, just sit and vegetate
Too much, too much
There's an angel on my doorstep
And I do believe she′s mine
She's ready, and she′s waiting
She's out there all the time
The TV′s always on, I keep the curtains drawn
The mail's piled up on the desk
The whole damn place is a wreck, now clean up
Ain't got no time for that!
I think I′d rather wait, just sit and vegetate
Too much, too much
There′s an angel on my doorstep
I do believe she's mine
She′s ready, and she's waiting
She′s out there all the time
You got your motor running
Not having a whole lot of fun and I'm all dressed up you know
There ain′t no place to go and the phone rings
Ain't got no time for that!
Too busy rearranging, this scene is got to be changing
Too much, too much
Too much, too much
Too much
Ain't got no time for that!
Writer(s): Andrew Lee Isaac Vowles, Robert Del Naja, Horace Keith Hinds, Grantley Marshall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com