She's No Angel

Angel Jane Moraga
Can play a mean maraca
But what she really wants is wealth and fame.
At first, she seems a treat
But, for the love of Pete,
Whatever you do, don't call her by her name!
Grown-ups think she's sweet
When they meet her on the street
And they pat the little halo on her head
But rumor in the town
Says don't you mess around.
Callin' her Angel will land you with the dead.

Once, during baseball season,
Some silly kid was teasin'
And no one's ever heard from him again.
She's the Queen of Mean
Out there on the green
If you value your life, let her win.
Unsure what to holler?
Just give me a dollar.
I'll tell you what to say.
Here's what you call her
If you don't want to gall her
Not Angel or Jane, but A.J.