The Killing of Georgie (Pt. I) - Early Version

In these days of changing ways
 So-called liberated days
 A story comes to mind of a friend of mine
 Georgie boy was gay, I guess
 Nothin' more or nothin' less
 The kindest guy I ever knew
 His mother's tears fell in vain
 The afternoon, George tried to explain
 That he needed love like all the rest
 Pa said, "There must be a mistake
 How can my son not be straight
 After all I've said and done for him"
 Leavin' home on a greyhound bus
 Cast out by the ones he loves
 A victim of these gay days, it seems
 Georgie went to New York town
 Where he quickly settled down
 And soon became the toast of the great white way
 Accepted by Manhattan's elite
 In all the places that were chic
 No party was complete without George
 Along the boulevards, he'd cruise
 And all the old queens blew a fuse
 Everybody loved Georgie boy
 The last time I saw George alive
 Was in the summer of '75
 He said he was in love, I said, "I'm pleased"
 George attended the opening night
 Of another Broadway hype
 But split before the final curtain fell
 Deciding to take a shortcut home
 Arm in arm, they meant no wrong
 A gentle breeze blew down Fifth Avenue
 Out of a darkened side street came
 A New Jersey gang with just one aim
 To roll some innocent passer-by
 There ensued a fearful fight
 Screams rang out in the night
 Georgie's head hit a sidewalk cornerstone
 A leather kid, a switchblade knife
 He did not intend to take his life
 He just pushed his luck a little too far that night
 The sight of blood dispersed the gang
 A crowd gathered, the police came
 An ambulance screamed to a halt on fifty-third and third
 Georgie's life ended there
 But I ask, "Who really cares?"
 George once said to me and I quote
 He said, "Never wait or hesitate
 Get in, kid, before it's too late
 You may never get another chance
 'Cause youth a mask but it don't last
 Live it long and live it fast"
 Georgie was a friend of mine
 Oh, yeah