Introd: Hey, drink up, all you people, And order anything you see; Have fun, you happy people The drink and the laugh's on me. Try to think that love's not around, Still it's uncomfortably near; My poor old heart ain't gainin' no ground Because my angel eyes ain't here. Angel eyes, the old Devil sent, They glow unbearably bright; And need I say that my love's misspent, Misspent with angel eyes tonight? So drink up, all of you people, Order anything you see; Have lots of fun, you happy people The drink and the laugh's on me. Pardon me, but I gotta run The fact's uncommonly clear. I gotta find who's now the number one And why my angel eyes she ain't here. 'Scuse me while I disappear.