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
Jeanie was a spoiled young brat
she thought she knew it all
She smoked mentholated cigarettes
and she had s** in the hall
But she was not my kind
or even of my sigh
The kind of animal
that I would be about
Woh-woh-woh, 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-woh-woh-woh, 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
all right now
ah-huh-huh
Kathy 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 a knife in hand
dialed long distance home
But it was all too much
sprinkling angel dust
To at and T
who didn't wish you well
Oh, but 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
Ho-ho-ho-ho, 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, that's all you're doing baby
Hangin' round
hangin' round, ooohhh
Hangin' round
hangin' round
Hangin' round
hangin' round
...
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 Jeanie was a spoiled young brat she thought she knew it all She smoked mentholated cigarettes and she had s** in the hall But she was not my kind or even of my sigh The kind of animal that I would be about Woh-woh-woh, 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-woh-woh-woh, 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 all right now ah-huh-huh Kathy 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 a knife in hand dialed long distance home But it was all too much sprinkling angel dust To at and T who didn't wish you well Oh, but 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 Ho-ho-ho-ho, 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, that's all you're doing baby Hangin' round hangin' round, ooohhh Hangin' round hangin' round Hangin' round hangin' round ... Explain Request ×
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