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
We're peaceful and abiding cats
Some called gypsies, some called brats
But bare feet don't tear streets up like their bus

All we was doin' was a-hangin'
And little Koochie was singin'
Mama, I'm guilty of a-hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building
But after all, ain't we God's children?
And Lord, it's 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 didn't have a tag, y'all"

All we was doing' was a hangin'
And little Koochie was singin'
Mama, I'm guilty of a-hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building
But after all, ain't we God's children?
And Lord, it's a good place for hangin' out

Now you hang with me and I'll hang with you
And we'll hang out 'til we both turn blue
Mama, I'm guilty of a-hangin' out

All we was doin' was a-hangin'
And little Koochie kept singin'
Mama, I'm guilty of a-hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building
But after all, ain't we God's children?
And Lord, it's a good place for hangin' out

All we was doin' was a-hangin'
And little Koochie kept singin'
Mama, I'm guilty of a-hangin' out

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. They 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