Jimmy Buffett - The Hang-Out Gang lyrics
[Jimmy Buffett - The Hang-Out Gang lyrics]
The tour bus passed here yesterday
Exciting all the fools who pay
To see the naked lady in our yard
The hang-out gang is back in town
Rumor has it going 'round
They brought back four new groupies
And a St bernard
We're peaceful and abiding cats
Some called gypsies, some called brats
But bare feet don't tear streets
Up like their bus
All we was doin' was a hangin'
And little Koochie was singin'
Mama, I'm guilty of a hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building
But after all, ain't we God's children?
And Lord, it's a good place for hangin' out
The fast approachin' local heat
Was poundin' out the southwest beat
When they came upon Koochie in our yard
She smiled, "Sir, I meant no harm
Just a little suntan on my arm
They wound up takin' in our St bernard
"It didn't have a tag, y'all"
All we was doing' was a hangin'
And little Koochie was singin'
Mama, I'm guilty of a hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building
But after all, ain't we God's children?
And Lord, it's a good place for hangin' out
Now you hang with me and I'll hang with you
And we'll hang out 'til we both turn blue
Mama, I'm guilty of a hangin' out
All we was doin' was a hangin'
And little Koochie kept singin'
Mama, I'm guilty of a hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building
But after all, ain't we God's children?
And Lord, it's a good place for hangin' out
All we was doin' was a hangin'
And little Koochie kept singin'
Mama, I'm guilty of a hangin' out
Yeah, they moved up there about a month ago
Fixed up that little cabin on the ridge
They really them long hairs?
Well, Homer seen 'em homer seen
How long it was still reckon I seen it they
A bunch of weirdos one of them had a little
Instrument looked like a mandolin why Lord
They might freeze to death
Up there this winter
Well homer, turn that radio down
Exciting all the fools who pay
To see the naked lady in our yard
The hang-out gang is back in town
Rumor has it going 'round
They brought back four new groupies
And a St bernard
We're peaceful and abiding cats
Some called gypsies, some called brats
But bare feet don't tear streets
Up like their bus
All we was doin' was a hangin'
And little Koochie was singin'
Mama, I'm guilty of a hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building
But after all, ain't we God's children?
And Lord, it's a good place for hangin' out
The fast approachin' local heat
Was poundin' out the southwest beat
When they came upon Koochie in our yard
She smiled, "Sir, I meant no harm
Just a little suntan on my arm
They wound up takin' in our St bernard
"It didn't have a tag, y'all"
All we was doing' was a hangin'
And little Koochie was singin'
Mama, I'm guilty of a hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building
But after all, ain't we God's children?
And Lord, it's a good place for hangin' out
Now you hang with me and I'll hang with you
And we'll hang out 'til we both turn blue
Mama, I'm guilty of a hangin' out
All we was doin' was a hangin'
And little Koochie kept singin'
Mama, I'm guilty of a hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building
But after all, ain't we God's children?
And Lord, it's a good place for hangin' out
All we was doin' was a hangin'
And little Koochie kept singin'
Mama, I'm guilty of a hangin' out
Yeah, they moved up there about a month ago
Fixed up that little cabin on the ridge
They really them long hairs?
Well, Homer seen 'em homer seen
How long it was still reckon I seen it they
A bunch of weirdos one of them had a little
Instrument looked like a mandolin why Lord
They might freeze to death
Up there this winter
Well homer, turn that radio down