The Killing of Georgie, Pt. 1 (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