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

Jeanny 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 sigh

The kind of animal that I would be about

Oh oh oh, 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 oh oh, 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

Cathy 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 ivory hand dialed long distance home

But it was all too much sprinkling angel dust to A.T. and T.

Who didn't wish you well

Oh oh oh, 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 oh oh, 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