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 kissing for strangers all laughing and howling, 
And jokes and tall tales that ain`t funny at all, 
Bluffers and smugglers, 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 Angeline. 
You`ve been places I`ve never been.