Flight Of The Conchords

There are angels
In the clouds
Doin' it
There are angels
Doin' it
Doin' it
Doin' it
Doin' it
Doin' it
Doin' it
Doin' it
In the clouds
Behind the shroud
Of the clouds
Foolin' round
In the clouds
They're lying
Feathers flying
Angels sighing
There are angels
Nobody knows what goes on under those robes
Pushin' and puffin' and huffin' and heavin’
In heaven
Pushin' and puffin' and huffin' and heavin' and
Pushin' and puffin' and huffin' and heavin' and
Pushin' and puffin' and huffin' and heavin'
In heaven
Up there they’re playing
The loving game
Making rain
Turning white clouds gray
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Doin' it
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Doin' it
Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha,
Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha,
Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha,
Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Doin' it
Ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Doin' it!
Doin' it!
Doin' it!
Doin' it!
Doin' it!
Doin' it!
Doin' it