Roger Alan Wade - Jingle jangle

^CJingle, ^Gjangle ^AmAngel, star-^Fspangled ^CSongbird on the ^Grun ^AmGuided by kal^Emeidoscopes and ^Fdancing circles around the ^Csun ^G

The Cray^Amola soul you've ^Emmelted into ^Amswirling pools of ^Emscarlet, gold and ^Fgreen Is ^Creflected now as rainbows in the ^Gbangles of your silver tambou^Crine ^FOh, jingle jangle ^Cangel Oh, ^Fjingle jangle girl there's a place in the ^Cworld for me and ^Gyou

^AmSomewhere above the ^Emcircles and the ^Fangles Are the ^Cclicks and the pricks and the politics on Sixteenth Ave^Gnue Where the ^Ampaint-by-number ^Emprophets come to ^Amlate too imi^Emtate all the ^Flatest trends And baby ^Cgood for them But don't you never ^Gbend

^FOh, jingle jangle ^Cangel Oh, ^Fjingle jangle gypsy, child of ^Crock 'n roll You must ^Fstay true to the reflections in your b^Cangles And you'll ^Gexchange your tambourine some day for a ^Chalo

Oh, jingle jangle ^Cangel ^{G Am F} Oh, jingle jangle ^Cangel ^{G Am F}