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 therein

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 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-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 and 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 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 ago

Hangin' round

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

Hangin' round

Hangin' round, ooohhh

Hangin' round

Hangin' round

Hangin' round

Hangin' round

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