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Hangin Round

Harry was a rich young man

Who would become a priest

He dug up his dear father

Who was recently deceasedHe did it with tarot cards

And a mystically attuned mind

And shortly there

And after he did findJeanie was a spoiled young brat

She thought she knew it all

She smoked mentholated cigarettes

And she had sex in the hallBut she was not my kind

Or even of my sigh

The kind of animal

That I would be aboutWoh-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-huhKathy was a bit surreal

She painted all her toes

And on her face she wore dentures

Clamped tightly to her noseAnd when she finally spoke

Her twang her glasses broke

And no one else could smoke

While she was in the roomHark the herald angels sang

And reached out for a phone

And plucking it with a knife in hand

Dialed long distance homeBut it was all too much

Sprinkling angel dust

To AT&T

Who didn't wish you wellOh, 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 agoHangin' round

Hangin' round, that's all you're doing baby

Hangin' round

Hangin' round, ooohhh

Hangin' round

Hangin' round

Hangin' round

Hangin' round

Songwriters

LEWIS ALLEN REED, LOU REEDPublished by

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