Letra de The Hang-Out Gang - Jimmy Buffett

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

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