Georgie Porgie is a guy
Who is very bashful and so shy
The ladies prize him
They idolize him
You can find him almost anywhere
In a great big cozy Maurice chair
I be looking at the ceiling
While some girlie is appealing
Oh, gee, Georgie
Whenever I'm with you
Oh, gee, Georgie
I don't know what to do
You never tease or hug or squeeze
Like Johnny or Joe
You look at me and then, oh gee
I get so, I don't know
Oh, gee, Georgie
What can it be?
When you're around I get so excited
You're not handsome like a statue
But each time that I look at you
Oh, gee, Georgie
Oh, gee
Oh, gee, Georgie
Oh, gee, Georgie
Oh, gee, Georgie
Whenever I'm with you
Oh, gee, Georgie
I don't know what to do
You talk to me of poetry
And music and art
But you're not here for that my dear
I wish you'd start, have a heart
Oh, gee, Georgie
What can it be?
When you're around I get so excited
When you're near me
How you thrill me
You either gotta kiss or kill me
Oh, gee, Georgie
Oh, gee
Oh, gee, Georgie
What can it be?
When you're around I am so delighted
My head should be just where your chest is
Kiss me hot lips, I'm asbestos
Oh, gee, Georgie
Oh, gee