Hangin' 'Round

Harry was a rich young man Who would become a priest He dug up his dear father Who was recently deceased He did it with tarot cards And a mystically attuned mind And shortly there And after he did find Jeanie was a spoiled young brat She thought she knew it all She smoked mentholated cigarettes And she had s*x in the hall But she was not my kind Or even of my sigh The kind of animal That I would be about Woh-woh-woh, you keep hangin' round me And I'm not so glad you found me You're still doing things that I gave up years ago Oh-woh-woh-woh, you keep hangin' round me And I'm not so glad you found me You're still doing things that I gave up years ago All right now Ah-huh-huh Kathy was a bit surreal She painted all her toes And on her face she wore dentures Clamped tightly to her nose And when she finally spoke Her twang her gla*ses broke And no one else could smoke While she was in the room Hark the herald angels sang And reached out for a phone And plucking it with a knife in hand Dialed long distance home But it was all too much Sprinkling angel dust To at and t Who didn't wish you well Oh, but you keep hangin' round me And I'm not so glad you found me You're still doing things that I gave up years ago Ho-ho-ho-ho, you keep hangin' round me And I'm not so glad you found me You're still doing things that I gave up years ago Hangin' round Hangin' round, that's all you're doing baby Hangin' round Hangin' round, ooohhh Hangin' round Hangin' round Hangin' round Hangin' round ...