Hangin' Around

(Bartel, McCurdy)
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

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

Could have been a hoodlum
Could've had a car
I don't really know who's the one who decided
What we do and what we are

So he learns how to dance
And he practice the stroll
He buys clothing on time
Jack's got soul!

Chorus

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 hangin' around
He wants to be smooth
Jack just wants to be smooth

He's hangin' around at the Club Detroit
He's hangin' around in a Banlon shirt
He's hangin' around in his Coupe de Ville
He's hangin' around the Flame Room

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