I stumble in and in
You fit me with those angel wings
Set me go
Set me high
Set it up, I'm in the sky
The storm is gone
And the temperature's high
And Delilah is dining
At my table
Till I think, how lucky we are
Angel at my table, God in my car
Get it at sea
Take a ship
I'd christen her «Victory»
She'd make it
Come on boys
Let's push it hard
You bump down, push your motor car
Come on boys
You've done us proud
You sweat till you mop it right off your brow
So the storm is gone
And the temperature is high
And Delilah is dining
At my table
Till the storm is gone
And the temperature's high
And Delilah is dining
At my table