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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 deceased
He did it with terrible cause and a mystigated mind
And shoved his dad after it 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 diamond mother I would be without
Oh oh oh 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 oh oh 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
All right now
Uh ha ha ha
Cathy was a visarage 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 hearled angels sing and reached out for a phone
And what he did with a powerful hand God won't teach this one
But it was all too much and sprinkling angel dust
Tell AT&T we did 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
Oh oh oh 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, hangin' 'round, hangin' 'round, ....
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