Oh, Silly George

I think it's time we emigrate
Feel like an intruder, hate it here on, match day anyway
Your mother's pulling out her fingernails

Oh, silly George
Oh, silly George

What, what do you know?
Being alone, you gave me a smile
I wear it, now you're not around no more

Working for the big rand, that's okay
She left me for a slick man, and that's okay

Oh, silly George
Oh, silly George

Don't look at the moon as you hear me scream
Don't look at the moon as you hear me scream
Slow, slow-low, slow-low, slow-low, ooh...



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Writer(s): Douglas Doya William Beardmore
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