Tytuł: Hangin round

• Wykonawca: Lou Reed
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   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 sex 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