You've been out on the tiles,. Winning the smiles of men of low persuasion,. But I know you drink yourself crawling in the street until dawn,. Girl you look like a bad dream,.
Robins in the tree top high. Soon will sing a lullaby. Angeline, Angeline. . Bashful little whippoorwills. Can't you hear them say, "I will". Angeline, Angeline.