The Hang Out Gang Lyrics

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 were doin' was hangin' and little Koochie was sangin' Mama I'm guilty of 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 southeast 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 (He didn't tag you'all) All we were doin' was hangin' and little Koochie was sangin' Mama I'm guilty of hangin' out I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we gods 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 hangin' out All we were doin' was hangin' and little Koochie was sangin' Mama I'm guilty of hangin' out I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we gods children And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out