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Harry was a rich young man who would become a priest
SOL DO SOL
He dug up his dear father who was recently deceased
LA DO SOL LA DO SOL
He did it with tarot cards and a mystically attuned mind
LA DO SOL RE
And shortly there and after he did find
SOL DO SOL
Jeanny was a spoiled young brat, she thought she knew it all
SOL DO SOL
She smoked mentholated cigarettes and she had sex in the hall
LA DO SOL LA DO SOL
But she was not my kind or even of my sigh
LA DO SOL RE
The kind of animal that I would be about
CHORUS
RE SOL
Oh oh oh, you keep hangin' 'round me
DO
And I'm not so glad you found me
SOL RE
You're still doing things that I gave up years ago
RE SOL
Oh oh oh, you keep hangin' 'round me
DO
And I'm not so glad you found me
SOL RE
You're still doing things that I gave up years ago
SOL SOL
Hangin' 'round, hangin' '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
SOL SOL
Hangin' 'round, hangin' 'round
SOL SOL
Hangin' 'round, hangin' 'round
SOL SOL
Hangin' 'round, hangin' 'round
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