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 and 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
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 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 you talkin' 'bout my friend George