Song Lyrics

What I want, I want to throw a party
Now all the best parties have BB King’s orchestra
Yo over there, here will go, Boogaloo
Mel, Walter King, James Tony on piano
On guitar, the Angel of Harlem

(Only joking)

Cold and wet December day
We touched the ground at JFK
Snow was melting on the ground
On BLS I heard the sound
Of an Angel

New York like a Christmas tree
It’s Dublin City that belongs to me
Angel

Soul love, mmm
Well this love won’t let me go
So long, Angel of Harlem

Birdland on 53
The street sounds like a symphony
Got John Coltrane and A Love Supreme
Miles, and she’s got to be an Angel
Oh-oh

Lady Day got bloodshot eyes
She sees the truth behind the lies
Angel

Soul love
Well this love won’t let me go
So long
Angel of Harlem

Wo-ho-ho, ho-ho-oh-oh
Wo-ho-oh, she’s heart and…
Alright, hey-yeah
Alright now baby stick around

Blue light on the avenue
God knows they got to you
An empty glass the lady sings
Eyes swollen like a bee sting

Blinded, you lost your way
In the side streets and the alley way
Like a star exploding in the night
Fallen to the city in broad daylight

Angel in her devil shoes
Salvation in the blues
You never looked like an angel
Yeah, yeah, Angel of Harlem
Angel of Harlem

Sing for me
Angel, Angel of Harlem
Everybody
Angel, Angel of Harlem
Everybody sing it
Angel, Angel of Harlem

Thank you, Angel of Harlem