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 therein After he did find Jeanie was a spoiled young brat She thought she knew it all She smoked mentholated cigarettes And she had sex in the hall But she was not my kind Or even of my sign 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 glasses 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