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 there   And 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 sigh   The kind of animal   That I would be about      Woh-woh-woh, 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-woh-woh-woh, 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   Ah-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 and 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, ooohhh   Hangin' round   Hangin' round   Hangin' round   Hangin' round   ...