Lyrics:

Harry was a rich young man who would become a priestHe dug up his dear father who was recently deceasedHe did it with
tarot cards and a mystically attuned mindAnd shortly there and after he did findJeanny was a spoiled young brat, she though
t she knew it allShe smoked mentholated cigarettes and she had sex in the hallBut she was not my kind or even of my sighThe
kind of animal that I would be aboutOh oh oh, you keep hangin' 'round meAnd I'm not so glad you found meYou're still doing
things that I gave up years agoOh oh oh, you keep hangin' 'round meAnd I'm not so glad you found meYou're still doing things
that I gave up years agoHangin' 'round, hangin' 'roundCathy was a bit surreal, she painted all her toesAnd on her face she
wore dentures clamped tightly to her noseAnd when she finally spoke her twang her glasses brokeAnd no one else could smoke w
hile she was in the roomHark the herald angels sang and reached out for a phoneAnd plucking it with ivory hand dialed long d
istance homeBut it was all too much sprinkling angel dust to A.T. and T.Who didn't wish you wellOh oh oh, you keep hangin'
'round meAnd I'm not so glad you found meYou're still doing things that I gave up years agoOh oh oh, you keep hangin' 'round
meAnd I'm not so glad you found meYou're still doing things that I gave up years agoHangin' 'round, hangin' 'round