Angels

Angels - Flight Of The Conchords

There are angels in the clouds

Doing it

There are angels

Doing it doing it doing it doing it

Doing it doing it doing it

In the clouds

Behind the shroud of the clouds

Fooling around

In the clouds they're lying

Feathers flying

Angels sighing

There are angels

Nobody knows what goes on under those robes

Pushing and puffing and huffing

And heaving in heaven

Pushing and puffing and huffing and heaving in heaven

Up there they're playing the loving game

Making rain

Turning white clouds gray

Doing it

Doing it

Doing it

Doing it

Doing it

Doing it

Doing it

Doing it

Doing it

Doing it