It's an old schoolyard trick
Standing with your back against the brick
With a roving eye
To watch the rocks and sticks
Ain't no point in stressing out
Making yourself sick
Hang low, oh
Hang low, oh
Hang low, low, low
Hang low, oh
Hang low!
Hang low!
Hang low!
The ice will melt soon
Caterpillars spring from their cocoon
Trees feel it in the air
They're gonna get a chance to bloom
It's okay to hibernate
And work on your tune
Everything happens in its time
Everything, oh, happens in its time
Hang low, low, low
Oh yeah
Low, low, low
Hang low!
Hang low!
Hang low, low, low
Low, low, low
Hang low!
Hang low, low, low