| Song | Angeline |
| Artist | Elton John |
| Album | Leather Jackets |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Bernie Taupin Music:Elton John/Alan Carvell | |
| Well I'm work shy, I'm wild-eyed | |
| So shut that door when the baby cries | |
| And keep me well fed, give me warm bread | |
| Lay my body on a feather bed | |
| And spoil me, Angeline | |
| Get to work when the whistle screams, Angeline | |
| Maybe someday, some way | |
| Somewhere in the future there's more pay | |
| Give me more cash, bring me sour mash | |
| Peel me a grape and fetch my stash | |
| And bite me, Angeline | |
| Let me use you like a sex machine, Angeline | |
| You've got to swing that hammer, punch that card | |
| Angeline I love you when you work so hard | |
| Swing that hammer and sew my jeans | |
| Angeline just loves it when I treat her mean | |
| Well I talk tough, I act rough | |
| Lay still honey I can't get enough | |
| And keep your nose clean, let me be | |
| On your knees when you speak to me | |
| And trust me, Angeline | |
| And talk real dirty and I'll make you scream Angeline |
| Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John Alan Carvell | |
| Well I' m work shy, I' m wildeyed | |
| So shut that door when the baby cries | |
| And keep me well fed, give me warm bread | |
| Lay my body on a feather bed | |
| And spoil me, Angeline | |
| Get to work when the whistle screams, Angeline | |
| Maybe someday, some way | |
| Somewhere in the future there' s more pay | |
| Give me more cash, bring me sour mash | |
| Peel me a grape and fetch my stash | |
| And bite me, Angeline | |
| Let me use you like a sex machine, Angeline | |
| You' ve got to swing that hammer, punch that card | |
| Angeline I love you when you work so hard | |
| Swing that hammer and sew my jeans | |
| Angeline just loves it when I treat her mean | |
| Well I talk tough, I act rough | |
| Lay still honey I can' t get enough | |
| And keep your nose clean, let me be | |
| On your knees when you speak to me | |
| And trust me, Angeline | |
| And talk real dirty and I' ll make you scream Angeline |
| Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John Alan Carvell | |
| Well I' m work shy, I' m wildeyed | |
| So shut that door when the baby cries | |
| And keep me well fed, give me warm bread | |
| Lay my body on a feather bed | |
| And spoil me, Angeline | |
| Get to work when the whistle screams, Angeline | |
| Maybe someday, some way | |
| Somewhere in the future there' s more pay | |
| Give me more cash, bring me sour mash | |
| Peel me a grape and fetch my stash | |
| And bite me, Angeline | |
| Let me use you like a sex machine, Angeline | |
| You' ve got to swing that hammer, punch that card | |
| Angeline I love you when you work so hard | |
| Swing that hammer and sew my jeans | |
| Angeline just loves it when I treat her mean | |
| Well I talk tough, I act rough | |
| Lay still honey I can' t get enough | |
| And keep your nose clean, let me be | |
| On your knees when you speak to me | |
| And trust me, Angeline | |
| And talk real dirty and I' ll make you scream Angeline |