Album: The Jazz Passengers: Individually Twisted

Angel Eyes

So drink up all you people.
Order, order anything you please.
Have fun, all you happy people.
The drinks, and the laugh's, on me.

Pardon me, hehe, but I gotta run.
The fact's uncommonly clear.
I gotta find who's my number one and why my angel eyes ain't here.
'scuse me while I disappear.