Harry was a rich young man who would become a priest He studied with his father who was recently deceased 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 had sex in the hall But she was not my sign or any of the kind Of animal that I would be about
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 Oh, you're still hangin' round me And I'm not so glad you found me You're still hung up on things I gave up years ago
Raymond was a stranger who had come from parts unknown He had no hair upon his head, so he did not use a comb But desperately wished for it and every day did bathe And when at last he found himself his dirt was cleanly saved
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
But you keep hangin' round me And I'm not very glad you found me You're still doing things that I gave up years ago Oh, oh, oh, you're still hangin' round me And I'm not so glad you found me You're still doing things that I gave up years ago
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, who didn't wish you well, not at all
But, but, 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 Oh, oh, oh, oh, you're still hangin' round me And I'm not so glad you found me You're still doing things that I gave up years ago You're still hangin' round me And I'm not, oh no, glad you found me You're still doing things that I gave up years ago No, no, no, noTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
