VerseGCG
Harry was a rich young man who would become a priest
GCG
He dug up his dear father who was recently deceased
ACGACG
He did it with tarot cards and a mystically attuned mind
ACGD
And shortly there and after he did find
GCG
Jeanny was a spoiled young brat, she thought she knew it all
GCG
She smoked mentholated cigarettes and she had sex in the hall
ACGACG
But she was not my kind or even of my sigh
ACGD
The kind of animal that I would be about
ChorusDG
Oh oh oh, you keep hangin' 'round me
C
And I'm not so glad you found me
GD
You're still doing things that I gave up years ago
DG
Oh oh oh, you keep hangin' 'round me
C
And I'm not so glad you found me
GD
You're still doing things that I gave up years ago
GG
Hangin' 'round, hangin' 'round
Verse
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
ChorusGG
Hangin' 'round, hangin' 'round
GG
Hangin' 'round, hangin' 'round
GG
Hangin' 'round, hangin' 'round
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