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The Jetzons – Angel lyrics
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, 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 got to 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
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