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. ....