Hanging With The Wrong Crowd

Ed Harcourt

Compositor: Ed Harcourt

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, you're hanging, you'rehanging
With the wrong crowd
And you're hanging, you're hanging, you're hanging
With the wrong crowd

Dad owns a bank and is know 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 new

And you're hanging, you're hanging, you're hanging
With the wrong crowd
And you're hanging, you're hanging, you're hanging
With the wrong crowd