This song was included in the reissue of Elvis’ album with the Attractions, This Year’s Model. It’s an amusing demo–he screws up and has to start over again in the middle–but it’s also a great tune. The song has a nice pop feel; you almost can’t help tapping your toes while listening.
If I had to analyze the song, I’d say it seems to be about someone who’s a little off put by how worldly the girls around him seem, bemoaning the lack of virginal types he’d like to see. Feel free to offer your own input.
And of course, the lyrics:
They say they’re running out of angels
They say I’m running out of time
Oh you don’t have to be lucky
It is easier than trying, now they’re bringing down a
Hammer on anything that sells
I suppose you’re a winner
Because they’re running out of angels
And all the lies upon the tongues of all the girls upon the rails
Will ruin any man who moved too soon
All except the one who seems to know more than she tells
You know she looks just like an angel
but she sings so out of tune
They say they’re running out of angels
They say I’m running out of time
Oh you don’t have to be lucky
It is easier than trying, now they’re bringing down a
Hammer on anything that sells
I suppose you’re a winner
Because they’re running out of angels
Oh
