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