Hanging With The Wrong Crowd - Ed Harcourt

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