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."