Hanging Around Songtext
von Hazel O’Connor
Hanging Around Songtext
The girl in the red dress
She′s just trying to impress us
And she's got the body fever
But she doesn′t make a sound
She's just hanging around
She's just hanging around
Down the cock road early
With the hustlers big and burly
There′s a million of them selling
And the buyers can be found
They just hanging around
They just hanging around
Christ he told his mother
Christ he told her not to bother
′Cause he's alright in the city
He′s high above the ground
He's just hanging around (hanging around)
He′s just hanging around (hanging around)
He's just hanging around (hanging around)
He′s just hanging around (hanging around)
And my mum comes over
Got a monkey on his shoulder
And the monkeys getting griller
But his eyes are on the ground
They just hanging around
They just hanging around
I move into the cold hum
With the leather all around me
And the sweat is getting steamy
But the eyes are on the ground
They just hanging around
They just hanging around
Christ he told his mother
Christ he told her not to bother
'Cause he's alright in the city
He′s high above the ground
He′s just hanging around (hanging around)
He's just hanging around (hanging around)
He′s just hanging around (hanging around)
He's just hanging around (hanging around)
Christ he told his mother
Christ he told her not to bother
′Cause he's alright in the city
He′s high above the ground
He's just hanging around (hanging around)
He's just hanging around (hanging around)
He′s just hanging around (hanging around)
He′s just hanging around (hanging around)
He's just hanging around (hanging around)
He′s just hanging around
She′s just trying to impress us
And she's got the body fever
But she doesn′t make a sound
She's just hanging around
She's just hanging around
Down the cock road early
With the hustlers big and burly
There′s a million of them selling
And the buyers can be found
They just hanging around
They just hanging around
Christ he told his mother
Christ he told her not to bother
′Cause he's alright in the city
He′s high above the ground
He's just hanging around (hanging around)
He′s just hanging around (hanging around)
He's just hanging around (hanging around)
He′s just hanging around (hanging around)
And my mum comes over
Got a monkey on his shoulder
And the monkeys getting griller
But his eyes are on the ground
They just hanging around
They just hanging around
I move into the cold hum
With the leather all around me
And the sweat is getting steamy
But the eyes are on the ground
They just hanging around
They just hanging around
Christ he told his mother
Christ he told her not to bother
'Cause he's alright in the city
He′s high above the ground
He′s just hanging around (hanging around)
He's just hanging around (hanging around)
He′s just hanging around (hanging around)
He's just hanging around (hanging around)
Christ he told his mother
Christ he told her not to bother
′Cause he's alright in the city
He′s high above the ground
He's just hanging around (hanging around)
He's just hanging around (hanging around)
He′s just hanging around (hanging around)
He′s just hanging around (hanging around)
He's just hanging around (hanging around)
He′s just hanging around
Writer(s): Hugh Alan Cornwell, Brian John Duffy, David Greenfield, Jean Jacques Burnel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

