By George

She was the finest lookin' woman, that I've ever seen
 Looked like she stepped right off the cover of a glamor magazine
 I've never seen a girl like that in this country town
 The facts are black and white when she threw her arms around me
 I went crazy, we danced the hoochie-coochie
 The tide was rollin' in, I was drownin' in a sea of romance
 Then she popped the question in the back seat of my car
 "If I let you love me would you let me call you, George"
 I said, "Baby, baby, baby
 (Baby, baby, baby)
 Well, you can call me George Jetson, call me George Jones
 I'll be your Georgie-Porgie, all night long"
 How was I to know what I was in for
 I had it rockin' and a rollin' for a while, by George
 By, by, by, by George
 We bought a blue refrigerator, satellite and DVDs
 A cozy little couch and Motorola TV
 She loved to watch those pretty boys with California style
 Like a jealous Mickey Rooney, George Clooney drove her wild
 And I went crazy
 Well, she started growin' distant, I felt her discontent
 I couldn't make her happy with what I bought or spent
 Her heart grew as cold as the air in the Norge
 On which she left a note that read, "Bye George"
 And I said, "Baby, baby, baby", yeah
 (Baby, baby, baby)
 She called me George Jetson, she called me George Jones
 I was her Georgie-Porgie, now she's gone
 How was I to know what I was in for
 I had it rockin' and a rollin' for a while, by George
 By, by, by, by, by
 By, by, by, by, George