Oh, I used to be disgusted
And now I try to be amused.
But since their wings have got rusted,
You know the angels wanna wear my read shoes.
But when they told me 'bout their side of the bargain,
That's when I knew that I could not refuse.
And I won't get any older now
the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
...
Oh, I know that She's disgusted (Oh, why's that?)
'Cause she's feeling so abused. (Oh, that's too bad)
She gets tired of the lust (Oh, I'm so sad)
But it's so hard to refuse.
How can you say that I'm too old when the angels have stolen my red shoes?
Declan McManus

