[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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"
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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"
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