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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