Hanging Around

Big girl in the red dress
She's just trying to impress us
And she's got the barley fever
But she doesn't make a sound

She's just hanging around
She's just hanging around

Down the court road early
With the hustlers, big and burly
There's a million of 'em selling
And the buyers can be found

They're just hanging around
They're 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)

One of 'em comes over
He got a monkey on his shoulder
And the monkey's getting grinner
But his eyes are on the ground

He's just hanging around
He's just hanging around

I'm moving to a coleheme
With the leather all around me
And the sweat is getting steamy
But their eyes are on the ground

They're just hanging around
They're just hanging around

Christ, he told his mother
Christ, he told her not to bother
'Cause he's alright in the city
'Cause 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
'Cause 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 (hanging around)



Credits
Writer(s): Hugh Alan Cornwell, Brian John Duffy, David Greenfield, Jean Jacques Burnel
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