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FHarry was a rich young man who Fwould become a pFriest FHe dug up his dear father who was Frecently deceFased GHe did it with Ftarot Fcards and a Gmystically Fattuned Fmind GAnd shortly Fthere and Fafter he did Gfind FJeanny was a spoiled young brat, she Fthought she knew it aFll FShe smoked mentholated cigarettes and she Fhad sex in the Fhall But sGhe was Fnot my Fkind or Geven oFf my sFigh GThe kind of FanimaFl that I would be Gabout
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GOh oh oh, Fyou keep hangin' 'round me FAnd I'm not so glad you found me FYou're still doing things that I gave up Gyears ago GOh oh oh, Fyou keep hangin' 'round me FAnd I'm not so glad you found me FYou're still doing things that I gave up Gyears ago FHangin' 'round, Fhangin' 'round
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
FHangin' 'round, Fhangin' 'round FHangin' 'round, Fhangin' 'round FHangin' 'round, Fhangin' 'round