Lyrics:

The tour bus passed here yesterdayExciting all the fools who payTo see the naked lady in our yardThe hang out gang is back in townRumor has it going 'round they brought backFour new groupies and a St. BernardWe're peaceful and abiding catsSome call gypsies some call bratsBut bare feet don't tear streets up like their busAll we were doin' was hangin' and little Koochie was sangin'Mama I'm guilty of hangin' outI know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we God's childrenAnd Lord it's a good place for hangin' outThe fast approachin' local heat was poundin' out the southeast beatWhen they came upon Koochie in our yardShe smiled 'Sir, I meant no harm just a little suntan on my armThey wound up takin' in our St. Bernard(He didn't tag you'all)All we were doin' was hangin' and little Koochie was sangin'Mama I'm guilty of hangin' outI know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we gods childrenAnd Lord it's a good place for hangin' outNow you hang with me and I'll hang with you and we'll hang out'Til we both turn blueMama I'm guilty of hangin' outAll we were doin' was hangin' and little Koochie was sangin'Mama I'm guilty of hangin' outI know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we gods childrenAnd Lord it's a good place for hangin' out