Shivaree

Angels in the sitting room
The wind gets here at seven
Take the bread and baby shoes send them back to heaven
And you can tell the boss she's keeping the curls
Enough to decorate another dozen baby girls
The flash is coming soon and we don't look so good
Sorry that I sleep so much you've always understood
Well here I go again so I will see you next eleven
Cross yourself knock three times hope we throw a seven
And you can tell the man she's keeping her eyes
So she can see you coming all you dirty rotten guys