My Friend George

Read in the paper 'bout a man killed with a sword

And that made my think of my friend george

People said the man was five foot six

Sounds like george with his killing stick

Hey bro, what's the word

Talkin' 'bout my friend george

Hey bro, what's the word

Talkin' 'bout my friend george

You talkin' 'bout my friend george

I knew george since he's eight

I always thought that he was great

And anything that george would do

You know that i would do it too

George liked music and george liked to fight

He worked out in a downtown gym every night

I'd spar with him when work was done

We split lips but it was all in fun

Hey bro, what's the word

You talkin' 'bout my friend george

Hey bro, what's the word

Talkin' 'bout my friend george

Talkin' 'bout my friend george

Next thing i hear george's got this stick

He's using it for more than kicks

I seen him down at smalley's bar

He was wired up, i tried to calm him down

Avenge yourself he says to me

Avenge yourself for humanity

Avenge yourself for the weak and the poor

Stick it to these guys right through their heads

Well, the fight is my music, the stick is my sword

And you know that i love you, so please don't say a word

Can't you hear the music playing, the anthem, it's my call

And the last i seen of george was him

Running through the door, i says -

Hey bro, what's the word

Talkin' 'bout my friend george

Hey bro, what's the word

You talkin' 'bout my friend george

Talkin' 'bout my friend george

Hey bro, what's the word

You talkin' 'bout my friend george

Hey bro, what's the word

What me saying 'bout my friend george

Hey bro, what's the word

Hear you talkin' 'bout my friend george

Hey bro, what's the word

I hear talkin' 'bout my friend george