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 call gypsies some call brats But bare feet don't tear streets up like their bus
All we were doin' was hangin' and little Koochie was sangin' Mama I'm guilty of 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 southeast 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 (He didn't tag you'all)
All we were doin' was hangin' and little Koochie was sangin' Mama I'm guilty of hangin' out I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we gods 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 hangin' out
All we were doin' was hangin' and little Koochie was sangin' Mama I'm guilty of hangin' out I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we gods children And Lord it's a good place for hangin' outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
