My Friend George Lyrics

Song Text:


Read in the paper 'bout a man killed with a swordand that made my think of
my friend GeorgePeople said the man was five foot sixsounds like George
with his killing stickHey bro, what's the wordtalkin' 'bout my
friend GeorgeHey bro, what's the wordtalkin' 'bout my friend
GeorgeYou talkin' 'bout my friend GeorgeI knew George since he's
eightI always thought that he was greatAnd anything that George would
doyou know that I would do it tooGeorge liked music and George liked
to fighthe worked out in a downtown gym every nightI'd spar with him
when work was donewe split lips but it was all in funHey bro, what's
the wordyou talkin' 'bout my friend GeorgeHey bro, what's the
wordtalkin' 'bout my friend GeorgeTalkin' 'bout my friend
GeorgeNext thing I hear George's got this stickhe's using it for
more than kicksI seen him down at Smalley's barhe was wired up, I tried
to calm him downAvenge yourself he says to meavenge yourself for
humanityAvenge yourself for the weak and the poorstick it to these guys
right through their headsWell, the fight is my music, the stick is my
swordand you know that I love you, so please don't say a wordCan't you
hear the music playing, the anthem, it's my calland the last I seen of
George was himrunning through the door, I says -Hey bro, what's the
wordtalkin' 'bout my friend GeorgeHey bro, what's the wordyou
talkin' 'bout my friend GeorgeTalkin' 'bout my friend GeorgeHey bro,
what's the wordyou talkin' 'bout my friend GeorgeHey bro, what's the
wordwhat me saying 'bout my friend GeorgeHey bro, what's the
wordhear you talkin' 'bout my friend GeorgeHey bro, what's the wordI
hear talkin' 'bout my friend George