| You've been out on the tiles | |
| Winning the smiles of men of low persuasion | |
| But I know you drink yourself crawling in the street until dawn | |
| Girl you look like a bad dream | |
| You've been places I've never been | |
| Come home, come home Angeline | |
| Come home, come home Angeline | |
| You've been places I've never been | |
| You took the small change from the job in the hall | |
| Be back in an hour but you're not back at all | |
| The children are crying, the flowers are dying | |
| There's no food on the table, I don't think I'm able to cope | |
| You've been places I've never been | |
| Come home, come home Angeline | |
| Come home, come home Angeline | |
| You've been places I've never been | |
| Cheap perfume and alcohol, dancing on tables | |
| With kisses for strangers, all laughing and howling | |
| And jokes and tall tales that ain't funny at all | |
| Bluffers and smugglers or boozers and gamblers | |
| Jump old queens and tarts at the babbled bar | |
| Oh, they've been pushing you too far | |
| Come home, come home Angeline | |
| Come home, come home Angeline | |
| You've been places I've never been | |
| Come home, come home Angeline | |
| Come home, come home | |
| You've been places I've never been | |
| You've been places | |
| You've been places | |
| You've been places |