The tour bus passed here yesterday

Exciting all the fools who pay

To see the naked lady in our yard



The hang out gang is back in town

Rumor has it going 'round they brought back

Four new groupies and a St. Bernard



We're peaceful and abiding cats

Some call gypsies some call brats

But bare feet don't tear streets up like their bus



All we were doin' was hangin' and little Koochie was sangin'

Mama I'm guilty of hangin' out

I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we God's children

And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out



The fast approachin' local heat was poundin' out the southeast beat

When they came upon Koochie in our yard

She smiled "Sir, I meant no harm just a little suntan on my arm

They 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' out

I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we gods children

And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out



Now you hang with me and I'll hang with you and we'll hang out

'Til we both turn blue

Mama I'm guilty of hangin' out



All we were doin' was hangin' and little Koochie was sangin'

Mama I'm guilty of hangin' out

I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we gods children

And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out