Hangin 'Round
Harry was a rich young manWho would become a priestHe dug up his dear fatherWho was recently deceased
He did it with tarot cardsAnd a mystically attuned mindAnd shortly thereinAfter he did find
Jeanie was a spoiled young bratShe thought she knew it allShe smoked mentholated cigarettesAnd she had sex in the hall
But she was not my kindOr even of my signThe kind of animalThat I would be about
Woh-woh-woh, you keep hangin' round meAnd I'm not so glad you found meYou're still doing things that I gave up years agoOh-woh-woh-woh, you keep hangin' round meAnd I'm not so glad you found meYou're still doing things that I gave up years agoAll right nowAh-huh-huh
Kathy was a bit surrealShe painted all her toesAnd on her face she wore denturesClamped tightly to her nose
And when she finally spokeHer twang her glasses brokeAnd no one else could smokeWhile she was in the room
Hark the herald angels sangAnd reached out for a phoneAnd plucking it with a knife in handDialed long distance home
But it was all too muchSprinkling angel dustTo AT and TWho didn't wish you well
Oh, but you keep hangin' round meAnd I'm not so glad you found meYou're still doing things that I gave up years agoHo-ho-ho-ho, you keep hangin' round meAnd I'm not so glad you found meYou're still doing things that I gave up years ago
Hangin' roundHangin' round, that's all you're doing babyHangin' roundHangin' round, ooohhhHangin' roundHangin' roundHangin' roundHangin' round