Daylight is waxing over
black eyes
interrupting the scene inside
and his belly flies
Africa is blaring on the radio
It gets him
wishing it were Angela
and not T O T O
So strike up the band
let’s give him a hand
He shouts it to the wind
now that he’ll be there
if she wants him to
and he wants to
Summer errand
it’s good to get the boy outside
Pick up some Rothman’s
Special King Size
and some Coca Cola
Golden uncle is underneath
the Chevy Bellaire
You know he wants to
taste the ocean air
He’s singing Good Vibrations
So strike up the band
let’s give him a hand
He shouts it to the wind now
That he’ll be there
if she wants him to
and he wants to
So strike up the band
let’s give him a hand
He shouts it to the stars now
That he’ll be there
if she wants him to
and he wants to
He said he’ll be there
if she wants him to
and he wants to
He said he’ll be there
if she wants him
to and I want to
I said I’ll be there
if you want me to
and I want to
I said I’ll be there
if you want me to
and I want to
Angela
Her name was cast to the air
but do you think
she really cared