Hanging With The Wrong Crowd

Hey baby Jane, you have been climbing down the drain
And you run in the rain to the playground climbing frame
And the air seems so good and moist and cool
When you meet him by the swimming pool
What’s a girl to do?
When you’re locked up in Mother Goose’s shoe
And you’re hanging, and you’re hanging, and you’re hanging
With the wrong crowd
You’re hanging, and 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 Mum hates your pranks and she gives the Almighty thanks for your
Food, which is rank and puts him in a dangerous mood and it’s true they hate
Your friends like you
What’s a girl to do?
When you’re yearning for something else new
And you’re hanging, and you’re hanging, and you’re hanging
With the wrong crowd
You’re hanging, and you’re hanging, and you’re hanging
With the wrong crowd
You’re hanging, you’re hanging, you’re hanging
With the wrong crowd