Big George - Humble Pie

Once upon a time there

Was a friend of mine called

Big George

All the movers in the town

Knew his kinda frown

And his how do

He was the kind of a guy

He’d look you in the eye

And he’d say more sir

And to get him on the run

It’d take a 10 ton gun

And that’s no joke sir

But I ain’t seen him

In a long long time

I ain’t been back that way no

So give him my regards

And I’ll make the day

I’ll make the day

Every Friday night

As they turn out the lights

At Callum county hall

We can move him from the bar

Make it to the car

And he’d say where to?

The idea’s to live

Two days to thrill

And one weeks wages in my boot

We used to ride the border line

With blues, women and booze

Making fun time

Son of a guns

Yeah at night he’s hot

Big George

Sometimes at night

You’ll find him in a fight

Big George yeah

My hands are full

You had 'em all

All of them gone

Sax Solo

He’s a hard man to beat

With a size 10 feet

Don’t mess with big George

Or he’ll put you in the ground

Later to be found

Don’t mess with big George

I kind of gutter smile

When I think of her style

Way back in those days

But fair Raven had it all

He never took her palm

No big George

Don’t mess with Big George

He’s my pal don’t mess with Big George

Eh he eh baby don’t mess with

Big George

Oh no, no no no, don’t mess with

Big George