Hanging With the Wrong Crowd

When you're yearning for something else new
And you're hanging with the wrong crowd
And she gives the Almighty thanks
You're hanging, and you're hanging

When you're locked up in Mother Goose's shoe
For your food which is rank and puts him in a dangerous mood

You're hanging, you're hanging
And you're hanging with the wrong crowd
Dad owns a bank and is known by the name of Hank
And your Mom hates your pranks

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

What's a girl to do?
You're hanging, and you're hanging
What's a girl to do?

And it's true they hate your friends like you
And the air seems so good and moist and cool