Hangin' 'round Lyrics - Reed Lou

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 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 doin' 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 doin' things that I gave up years ago 

Alright 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&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 doin' 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 doin' things that I gave up years ago 

Hangin' round, hangin' round, that's all you're doin' baby 

Hangin' round, hangin' round, ooh 

Hangin' round, hangin' round, hangin' round, hangin' round