Lou Reed - Hangin’ ’Round lyrics
[Lou Reed - Hangin’ ’Round lyrics]
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 therein 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 sign
The kind of animal that I
Would be about, woah, woah, woah
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, woah, woah, woah
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, uh 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&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, ooh
Hangin' 'round hangin' 'round
Hangin' 'round hangin' 'round
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 therein 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 sign
The kind of animal that I
Would be about, woah, woah, woah
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, woah, woah, woah
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, uh 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&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, ooh
Hangin' 'round hangin' 'round
Hangin' 'round hangin' 'round