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VERSE 1
Harry was a rich young man who
would become a pr
iest.
He dug up his dear father who was
recently dece
ased.
He
did it with
tarot
cards
and a
mystically
attuned
mind,
And
shortly
there and
after
he did
find.
Jeanny 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
anima
l that I would
be
about.
CHORUS
Oh oh oh,
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 oh oh oh,
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.
Alright now,
uh-huh-huh.
VERSE 2 (SAME CHORDS AS VERSE 1)
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.
CHORUS
Ooh, 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.
OUTRO
Hangin’ ’round,
hangin’ ’round.
Hangin’ ’round,
hangin’ ’round.
Hangin’ ’round,
hangin’ ’round.
OUTRO SOLO
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