Intro G

G Harry was a rich young man who C would become a G priest
He G dug up his dear father who was C recently de-G ceased
He A did it with C tarot G cards
and a A mystically C attuned G mind
And A shortly C there and G after he did D find

G Jeanny was a spoiled young brat, she C thought she knew it G all
She G smoked mentholated cigarettes and she C had sex in the G hall
But A she was C not my G kind
or A even C of my G sign
The A kind of C ani-G mal that I would be D about

Oh oh oh, G you keep hangin’ round me
And C I’m not so glad you found me
G You’re still doing things that I gave up
D years ago, oh oh oh oh

G You keep hangin’ round me
And C I’m not so glad you found me
G You’re still doing things that I gave up
D years ago, alright now

Inter G

G Cathy was a bit surreal, she C painted all her G toes
And G on her face she wore dentures clamped C tightly to her G nose
And A when she C finally G spoke
her A twang her C glasses G broke
And A no one C else could G smoke while she was in the D room

G Hark the herald angels sang and C reached out for a G phone
And G plucking it with ivory hand C dialed long distance G home
But A it was C all too G much
a A sprinkling C angel G dust
to A A.T. and C T. G who didn’t wish you D well

Oh oh oh, but G you keep hangin’ round me
And C I’m not so glad you found me
G You’re still doing things that I gave up
D years ago, oh oh oh oh

G You keep hangin’ round me
C And I’m not so glad you found me
G You’re still doing things that I gave up D years ago

G Hangin’ round, hangin’ round
G Hangin’ round, hangin’ round (rep. y desap.)