| Try to think that love's not around | |
| Still it's uncomfortably near | |
| My old heart ain't gaining any ground | |
| Because my angel eyes ain't here | |
| Angel eyes, that old Devil sent | |
| They glow unbearably bright | |
| Need I say that my love's mispent | |
| Mispent with angel eyes tonight | |
| So drink up all you people | |
| Order anything you see | |
| And have fun you happy people | |
| The drink and the laughs on me | |
| But pardon me I got to run | |
| The fact's uncommonly clear | |
| I gotta find who's now the number one | |
| And why my angel eyes ain't here | |
| Pardon me I got to run | |
| The fact's uncommonly clear | |
| See I gotta find who's now the number one | |
| And why my angel eyes ain't here | |
| Excuse me while I disappear |