| G | C | G | |
| Harry was a rich young man who | would become a p | riest |
| G | C | G | |
| He dug up his dear father who was | recently dece | ased |
| A | C | G | A | C | G | |
| He did it with | tarot | cards and a | mystically | attuned | mind |
| A | C | G | D | |
| And shortly | there and | after he did | find |
| G | C | G | |
| Jeanny was a spoiled young brat, she | thought she knew it a | ll |
| G | C | G | |
| She smoked mentholated cigarettes and she | had sex in the | hall |
| A | C | G | A | C | G | |
| But s | he was | not my | kind or | even o | f my s | igh |
| A | C | G | D | |
| The kind of | anima | l that I would be | about |
| CHORUS |
| D | G | |
| Oh oh oh, | you keep hangin' 'round me |
| C | |
| And I'm not so glad you found me |
| G | D | |
| You're still doing things that I gave up | years ago |
| D | G | |
| Oh oh oh, | you keep hangin' 'round me |
| C | |
| And I'm not so glad you found me |
| G | D | |
| You're still doing things that I gave up | years ago |
| G | G | |
| Hangin' 'round, | hangin' 'round |
| Cathy 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 ivory hand dialed long distance home |
| But it was all too much sprinkling angel dust |
| to A.T. and T. Who didn't wish you well |
| CHORUS |
| G | G | |
| Hangin' 'round, | hangin' 'round |
| G | G | |
| Hangin' 'round, | hangin' 'round |
| G | G | |
| Hangin' 'round, | hangin' 'round |