Ed Harcourt - Hanging With The Wrong Crowd Lyrics
Hey baby Jane, you have been climbing down the drainAnd you run in the rain to the playground climbing frameAnd the air seems so good and moist and coolWhen you meet him by the swimming poolWhat's a girl to do?When you're locked up in Mother Goose's shoeAnd you're hanging, and you're hanging, and you're hangingWith the wrong crowdYou're hanging, and you're hanging, and you're hangingWith the wrong crowdDad owns a bank and is known by the name of Hank,And your Mum hates your pranks and she gives the Almighty thanks for yourfood, which is rank and puts him in a dangerous mood and it's true they hateyour friends like youWhat's a girl to do?When you're yearning for something else newAnd you're hanging, and you're hanging, and you're hangingWith the wrong crowdYou're hanging, and you're hanging, and you're hangingWith the wrong crowdYou're hanging, you're hanging, you're hangingWith the wrong crowd