| Lyrics: | 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, you're hanging, you're hanging
With the wrong crowd |
