Words by Earl Brent
Music by Matt Dennis
Try to think that love’s not around still it’s uncomfort’bly near
My old heart ain’t gainin’ no ground because my Angel Eyes ain’t here
Angel Eyes that old devil sent, they glow unbearably bright
Need I say that my love’s misspent, misspent with angel eyes tonight
So drink up all your people, order anything you see
Have fun, you happy people, the drink and the laughs on me
Pardon me, but I gotta run, he fact’s uncommonly clear
Gotta find who’s now “Number One’ and why my Angel Eyes ain’t here..
‘Scuse me why I disappear.