Even Angels

Daddy cool was making a pass

Banana skinned, fell on his yaz, yaz, yaz, yaz

Ouch – maximum rash

Old man trouble feels to bruise

He don’t need no excuse –

Chorus

And even angels, they get to sing the blues

And even angels, they get to sing the blues

Rocker Bill, very first date

Bus didn’t show – she didn’t wait

Oh o – that’s one poor soul

When old man trouble makes his move

You better find your running shoes

Repeat chorus

No need to smash any mirrors

If that old fickle finger is pointing at you

‘Cos even angels, yeh even pretty little angels

Even angels – they get to sing the blues

Repeat chorus

Rabbit’s foot you been carrying round

‘Bout as much good as a fucking hole in the ground

That totem pole and your black cat bone

There just ain’t no umbrella from what that man can throw

Oh no – when it rains it pours

Old man trouble turns that screw

It’s like the Inland Revenue

Repeat chorus

Life gets cruel, don’t it?

Sweet Loretta, heading up west,

spilt that ketchup all down that pretty dress

Life gets cruel, ain’t that a bitch, you need a break

Lady luck takes a holiday – EVEN ANGELS 

words & music: R. M. Chapman