Hanging With The Wrong Crowd

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...