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
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