Humble Pie - Big George lyrics

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