Saturday Video

Harry was a rich young man
who would become a priest
He studied with his father
who was recently deceased

He did it with tarot cards
and a mystically attuned mind
And shortly there
and after he did find

Jeanie was a spoiled young brat
she thought she knew it all
She smoked mentholated cigarettes
and she had sex in the hall

But she was not my sign
or any other kind
of animal
that I would be about

But you keep hangin' round me
and I'm not so glad you found me
You're still doing things
that I gave up years ago

You're still hangin' round me
and I'm not so glad you found me
You're still hung up on things
that I gave up years ago

Raymond was a stranger
who had come from parts unknown
He had no hair upon his head
so he did not use a comb

Kathy was a bit surreal
she painted all her toes
And on her face she wore dentures
clamped tightly to her nose

And when she finally spoke
her twang her glasses broke
And no one else could smoke
while she was in the room

But you keep hangin' round me
and I'm not so glad you found me
You're still doing things
that I gave up years ago

You're still hangin' round me
and I'm not so glad you found me
You're still hung up on things
that I gave up years ago

Hark, the herald angels sang
and reached out for a phone
And plucking it with ivory in hand
dialed long distance home

But it was all too much
sprinkling angel dust
To AT&T
who didn't wish you well, not at all

Oh, but you keep hangin' round me
and I'm not so glad you found me
You're still doing things
that I gave up years ago

You're still hangin' round me
and I'm not so glad you found me
You're still doing things
that I gave up years ago