It Pays To Be An Angel
© J.P. McNeil
I work with an angel, though our job is sometimes hell
When I go off, she just stops, askin’ me to chill
A Heavenly smile, while the rest of us go wild
One day I pulled in my horns, and I said, “Hey, girl!”
Chorus: “What does it pay to be an Angel
And do you get overtime?
What does it pay to be an Angel
Friend of mine?”
She said, “I have a bank vault, it’s called the sky
And I make deposits everyday, with the light in my friend’s eyes
My gold is the sunrise, my silver sweet kindness
Rubies are the blush of love, and my diamonds happiness.”
Chorus: “That’s what it pays to be an Angel
And I love the overtime.
That’s what it pays to be an Angel
Friend of mine, oh, friend of mine.”
Instrumental
Now I work like the devil, and try and do as Angels do
Sometimes I still get hot, but that’s far between and few
‘Cause when I go home now, Heaven waits for me
Hallelujah, that Angel’s mine, and now I see, I see
Chorus: That it pays to be an Angel
And we both love the overtime
Oh, it pays to be an angel
That Angel’s mine, mine, oh, that Angel’s mine
It pays to be an Angel
Oh, that Angel’s mine
It pays to be an Angel