The piano falls
Into the street
And the disconserned gent
He struggles to his feet
He brushes himself and says
Godness, wasn´t I lucky, now
A few moments earlier
I might just have been some angel
I could have been an angel today
And thrown all my troubles away
I could have been an angel today
I wouldn´t have to worry about a single little thing at all
A little girl
She´s all cut up inside
Her lover´s just ran away with
His best friend´s bride
And as she´s about to emulate
All broken hearts before
She´s interrupted by
The world outside her door
She could have been an angel today
And thrown all the troubles away
She could have been an angel today
Oh, she wouldn´t have to worry about a single little thing at all
A little boy
With his misspent youth
He´s got the urge to selfdestruct
The urge for himself
He goes to the doctor
He said, boy, you´re just fine
But it´s your mother I´m afraid, dear
She ain´t got much time
She´s gonna be an angel
Oh, angel
Oh, angel
An angel
(Angel)
(Angel)
She´s gonna be an angel
(Angel)
(Angel)
(Angel)
(Angel)
(Angel)