Lyrics The Hang-Out Gang - Jimmy Buffett

The Hang-Out Gang

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
Were peaceful and abiding cats some call gypsies
Some call brats but bare feet dont tear streets up like their bus
All we was doing was a hangin and little koochie was sangin
Mama Im guilty of a hangin out
I know its a shabby old building but after all aint we gods children
And lord its a good place for hangin out
The fast approachin local heat was poundin out the southwest 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
It didnt have a tag yall
All we was doing was a hangin and little koochie was sangin
Mama Im guilty of a hangin out
I know its a shabby old building but after all aint we gods children
And lord its a good place for hangin out
Now you hang with me and Ill hang with you and well hang out
til we both turn blue mama Im guilty of a hangin out
All we was doing was a hangin and little koochie kept sangin
Mama Im guilty of a hangin out
I know its a shabby old building but after all aint we gods children
And lord its a good place for hangin out
All we was doin was a hangin and little koochie kept sangin
Mama Im guilty of a hangin out
-- spoken (dialogue)
«yeah, they moved up there about a month ago.
fixed up that little cabin on the
ridge.
they really them long hairs?
well, homer seen em.
homer seen how long it was.
still reckon I seen it.
A bunch of weirdos.
one of them had a little instrument looked like a mandolin.
why lord, they might freeze to death up there this winter.
well.
homer, turn that radio down.»