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 call Gypsies Some call brats but bare feet don't tear streets up like their bus Chorus: All we was doing' was a hangin' and little Koochie was sangin' 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 Chorus 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 Chorus All we was doin' was a hangin' and little Koochie kept sangin' 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.'