Hanging With The Wrong Crowd — Ed Harcourt

Doowop yeah Doowop yeah

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, and you're hanging And you're hanging with the wrong crowd Ooh, the wrong crowd, wrong crowd Yeah, the wrong crowd, wrong crowd... (repeat and fade)