Angel Is Calling

This is the story 'bout the Queen of Gasoline Her name was Angel, and this is her song She was working part-time, selling gasoline A wrench in her pocket, oil-stained queen Windshield wipers, Turtle wax Customer satisfaction to the max She's pretty enough for a centerfold A long-legged thing with a heart of gold She's all burgers and beer, fries and a shake She'll boogie so hard you think you're gonna break Come on now! Angel is calling Time to go Don't be late, Get your motor running Time for rock & roll! Giving the kids gum for free Pumping gas, rolling up her sleeves Never-ending supply of dirty jokes Leaning over just to tease the boys A smile like her you never knew In your mind it sticks like glue Every day, all of the time She has knocked you out and twisted your mind Come on now! Angel is calling Time to go (Angel is calling) Don't be late, Get your motor running Time for rock & roll! (Angel is calling) It's time to rev up the engines boys and head off down the strip 'Cause that pretty little Angel is just about to finish her shift Angel is calling! Come on now! Angel is calling Time to go (Angel is calling) Don't be late, Get your motor running Time for rock & roll! (Angel is calling)