Hanging With the Wrong Crowd

And she gives the Almighty thanks
What's a girl to do?
What's a girl to do?
When you're locked up in Mother Goose's shoe
You're hanging, and you're hanging

And you're hanging with the wrong crowd
For your food which is rank and puts him in a dangerous mood
And it's true they hate your friends like you

When you're yearning for something else new
And your Mom hates your pranks
And you're hanging, and you're hanging
Dad owns a bank and is known by the name of Hank

You're hanging, and you're hanging
And you're hanging, and you're hanging
When you meet him by the swimming pool
And you're hanging with the wrong crowd
And you're hanging with the wrong crowd

And you're hanging with the wrong crowd

You're hanging, you're hanging

You're hanging with the wrong crowd
And the air seems so good and moist and cool