GHarry was a rich young man who Cwould become a pGriest
GHe dug up his dear father who was Crecently deceGased
AHe did it with Ctarot Gcards and a Amystically Cattuned Gmind
AAnd shortly Cthere and Gafter he did Dfind
GJeanny was a spoiled young brat, she Cthought she knew it aGll
GShe smoked mentholated cigarettes and she Chad sex in the Ghall
But sAhe was Cnot my Gkind or Aeven oCf my sGigh
AThe kind of CanimaGl that I would be Dabout

DOh oh oh, Gyou keep hangin' 'round me
CAnd I'm not so glad you found me
GYou're still doing things that I gave up Dyears ago
DOh oh oh, Gyou keep hangin' 'round me
CAnd I'm not so glad you found me
GYou're still doing things that I gave up Dyears ago
GHangin' 'round, Ghangin' '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

GHangin' 'round, Ghangin' 'round
GHangin' 'round, Ghangin' 'round
GHangin' 'round, Ghangin' 'round