You better can’t try to get me to work
No boy, my last dream won’t be disturbed
I don’t wanna live a life so quietly
I’m looking for a time dreadful excitingly

I wake up in the morning whenever I like
Don’t gonna wash my face but gotta hitchhike
Walking along these awful French roads
Thinking of work is making me loathe

Hang around, stick around, get your kicks
Hang around, stick around, get your kicks
Hang around, stick around, get your kicks

I don’t care for money, I’m beat as hell
Paris and Rome are the places I dwell
As soon as I’m in Paris, I get my kicks
On Place du Tertre I find the chicks

Hang around, stick around, get your kicks
Hang around, stick around, get your kicks
Hang around, stick around, get your kicks

Well I’m a bloody guy with a knack,
I read all the books of Jack Kerouac
He’s the only priest in my life,
He’s my resort, he and my knife

Hang around, stick around, get your kicks
Hang around, stick around, get your kicks
Hang around, stick around, get your kicks



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