My Friend George Lyrics - Reed Lou

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