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Andy Bartel - Hangin Around Lyrics

Jack is a gauster
My black and white friend
He knows it's much too late for a change
So he's got to pretend

With a cap on his head
Platform shoes on his feet
There's no operation
Can make him complete

(He's hanging around) at the Club Detroit
(He's hanging around) the Flame Room
He sticks out, he sticks up
He gets out, he gets up
I feel so sorry for him
(He's hanging around) but he don't fit in

He could've been a hoodlum
He coulda had a car
Well, I don't really know who's the one who decides
What we do and what we are

So he learns how to dance
And he practiced the stroll
He buys clothing on time
Jack's got soul!
(He's hanging around) at the Club Detroit
(He's hanging around) the Flame Room
He sticks out, he sticks up
He gets out, he gets up
I feel so sorry for him
(He's hanging around) but he don't fit in

Now Jack is a gauster
He's feeling alright
He's a little unhappy
'Cause his parents were white

The disco connection
He looks for the groove
He's hanging around
He wants to be smooth

Jack just wants to be—smooth

(He's hanging around) at the Club Detroit
(He's hanging around) in a Ban-Lon shirt
(He's hanging around) in his Coupe de Ville
(He's hanging around) the Flame Room

He sticks out, he sticks up
He gets out, he gets up
I feel so sorry for him
He's hanging around (but he don't fit in)
He's hanging around (but he don't fit in)
He's hanging around (but he don't fit in)
He's hanging around (but he don't fit in)