By: Jimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason
1971
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 call Gypsies
Some call brats but bare feet
don't tear streets up like their bus
Chorus:
All we was doing' was a hangin' and
little Koochie was sangin'
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
Chorus:
All we was doing' was a hangin' and little Koochie was sangin'
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
Chorus:
All
we was doing' was a hangin' and little Koochie kept sangin'
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
sangin'
Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
-- Spoken (Dialogue)
"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."
