The Hangout Gang

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 was doing' was a hangin', and little Koochie was sangin'

Mama, I'm guilty of a 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 southwest 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

It didn't have a tag, y'all

All we was doing' was a hangin', and little Koochie was sangin'

Mama, I'm guilty of a 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

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 a hangin' out

All we was doing' was a hangin', and little Koochie kept sangin'

Mama, I'm guilty of a 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

All we was doin' was a hangin' and little Koochie kept sangin'

Mama, I'm guilty of a hangin' out

Yeah, they moved up there about a month ago

Fixed up that little cabin on the ridge

They really them long hairs?

Well, Homer seen 'em, Homer seen how long it was

Still reckon I seen it, they a bunch of weirdos

One of 'em had a little instrument, looked like a mandolin

Why Lord, they might freeze to death up there this winter

Well, Homer, turn that radio down