Angel of the North

I’m in love with a woman

And Angel really

An I Kna every time I go home she’ll have her arms out waitin for me

Patiently

And you can see the mark of everyone who shaped and formed her

Like, her fatha, who passed away before I came around

But a hardworking man you know he’s gotta have been sound

Working in the pits or on the docks and coming home to a community

Its David Cameron’s wet dream if Thatcher hadn’t shut the opportunities

Me Bonny Lass has lots of bairns but that’s alright with me

It doesn’t matter who your fatha is your heart makes you a Geordie

And yeah we’ve got charvers or chavs as you call em here

And the Scene kids hang on the Hippy Green which I always thought was queer

Me barber speaks Farsi and the Sari shop’s near

Like Cushy Butterfield y’kna me lass likes her beer

But all this makes me lass the woman she is today

And to tell you the truth petal I wouldn’t have it any other way

Like the man that I profess to be sometimes I am unfaithful

And I’ll flirt with other lasses but they’re not like you my angel

There’s no one else comes close to you I’ll love you evermore

Fuck the raven quoth the magpie I love the Angel of the North