Hangin' in the Jungle
Life as a hanger is tough
Dealing with all of your stuff
Got Bargain Barn blues, you pick and you choose
Cuz more, is never enough
The plastic ones, always snap
Dealing with all of your crap
We hang on the door, or nap on the floor
Cuz you're tough, just like your Pap
The metal hangers are best
They're always passing the test
They'll hold any crap, Kong's dirty jockstrap
Cuz, "he" looks better undressed
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