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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Stranglers
The Stranglers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jet Black
Jet Black
Songwriter
Hugh Cornwell
Hugh Cornwell
Songwriter
Dave Greenfield
Dave Greenfield
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Doug Bennett
Doug Bennett
Mixing Engineer
Alan Winstanley
Alan Winstanley
Engineer
King Benny
King Benny
Assistant Engineer
Martin Rushent
Martin Rushent
Producer

Lyrics

Big girl in the red dress She's just trying to impress us And she's got the barley fever But she doesn't make a sound She's just hanging around She's just hanging around Down the court road early With the hustlers, big and burly There's a million of 'em selling And the buyers can be found They're just hanging around They're just hanging around Christ, he told his mother Christ, he told her not to bother 'Cause he's alright in the city He's high above the ground He's just hanging around (hanging around) He's just hanging around (hanging around) He's just hanging around (hanging around) He's just hanging around (hanging around) One of 'em comes over He got a monkey on his shoulder And the monkey's getting grinner But his eyes are on the ground He's just hanging around He's just hanging around I'm moving to a coleheme With the leather all around me And the sweat is getting steamy But their eyes are on the ground They're just hanging around They're just hanging around Christ, he told his mother Christ, he told her not to bother 'Cause he's alright in the city 'Cause he's high above the ground He's just hanging around (hanging around) He's just hanging around (hanging around) He's just hanging around (hanging around) He's just hanging around (hanging around) Christ, he told his mother Christ, he told her not to bother 'Cause he's alright in the city 'Cause he's high above the ground He's just hanging around (hanging around) He's just hanging around (hanging around) He's just hanging around (hanging around) He's just hanging around (hanging around) He's just hanging around (hanging around) He's just hanging around (hanging around)
Writer(s): Hugh Alan Cornwell, Brian John Duffy, David Greenfield, Jean Jacques Burnel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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