Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Byrne
Guitar
George Porter, Jr.
Bass Guitar
Hector Rosado
Congas
Oscar Salas
Drums
Nick Launay
Recorder
Café
Percussion
Ashley Cadell
Synthesiser
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Byrne
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Launay
Producer
Lyrics
Window shopping
Finger popping
Hanging in our favorite shopping mall
Looky, looky
A little cutie
A little kitten she deserves a home
Tell you dudes when I get old enough
You bet that I am gonna try some stuff
Twisted sister
Dont you miss her
There's a hundred more where she came from
Wiggle, wiggle
Jiggle, jiggle
Jesus, how the babes are almost grown
And I don't need to watch the news at night
Anyone can see we're out of time
Hanging on
Hanging out
Got my hundred dollar shoes
Hanging round
Hanging free
And we got nothing else to do
What goes up
Must come down
Oh, she took an overdose
Hanging out
Hanging free
'Til our mama takes us home
Shimmy, shimmy
Gimme, gimme
We don't need you, and we don't need love
I gotta have it
I'm gonna grab it
It ain't stealing
Hey, it's only fun
When you live inside the pleasure dome
You don't ever wanna go back home
Hanging on
Hanging out
Some are hanging upside down
A perfect world
A perfect girl
Oh, another year rolls by
I'm the king
And you're my queen
When those zombies all awake
A broken heart
A broken home
Ain't no tears upon your face
Hanging on
Hanging out
There's a place for me and you
Hanging round
Hanging free
We got nothing else to do
Turn it up
Fade it down
Yeah, that song it saved my life
Perfect teeth
A perfect smile
Oh, she was a friend of mine
Let's go out
To the place
Where the hands of time are slowed
No one walks
No one dies
No more hassles anymore
Writer(s): David Byrne, Angel Fernandez
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