| Lyrics: | Read in the paper about 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're talkin' 'bout My Friend George
I knew
George since he's eight
I always thought that he was great
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 has done
We split lips
but it was all in fun
Hey Bro, what's the word
Talkin' 'bout My Friend George
Hey
Bro, what's the word
Talkin' 'bout My Friend George
Next thing I hear George's got this
stick
And using it for more than kicks
I see 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 fight 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 gear 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're talkin' 'bout My
Friend George
Talkin' 'bout My Friend George |
