The Hang Out Gang — текст песни (Jimmy Buffett)

By: jimmy buffett, buzz cason

1971

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



Chorus:

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



Chorus:

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



Chorus:

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."