Marty Stuart, His Fabulous Superlatives - By George lyrics
[Marty Stuart, His Fabulous Superlatives - By George lyrics]
She was the finest lookin' woman
That I've ever seen
Looked like she stepped right off the
Cover of a glamour magazine
I've never seen a girl like that
In this country town
The facts are black and white when
She threw her arms around me i went crazy
We danced the hoochie-coochie
The tide was rollin' in
I was drownin' in a sea of romance
Then she popped the question in the
Back seat of my car
"If I let you love me would
You let me call you, george"
I said, "Baby
(baby) , baby (baby) , baby (baby)
Well, you can call me George Jetson
Call me George Jones
I'll be your Georgie-Porgie, all night long
How was I to know what I was in for
I had it rockin' and a rollin' for a while
By George
By, by, by, by George
We bought a blue refrigerator
Satellite and DVDs
A cozy little couch and Motorola TV
She loved to watch those pretty
Boys with California style
Like a jealous Mickey Rooney
George Clooney drove her wild
And I went crazy
Well she started growin' distant
I felt her discontent
I couldn't make her happy with
What I bought or spent
Her heart grew as cold as
The air in the Norge
On which she left a note that read
"Bye George"
And I said, "Baby
(baby) , baby (baby) , baby (baby) " yeah
She called me George Jetson
She called me George Jones
I was her Georgie-Porgie, now she's gone
How was I to know what I was in for
I had it rockin' and a rollin'
For a while by George
By, by, by, by, by by, by, by, by, George
That I've ever seen
Looked like she stepped right off the
Cover of a glamour magazine
I've never seen a girl like that
In this country town
The facts are black and white when
She threw her arms around me i went crazy
We danced the hoochie-coochie
The tide was rollin' in
I was drownin' in a sea of romance
Then she popped the question in the
Back seat of my car
"If I let you love me would
You let me call you, george"
I said, "Baby
(baby) , baby (baby) , baby (baby)
Well, you can call me George Jetson
Call me George Jones
I'll be your Georgie-Porgie, all night long
How was I to know what I was in for
I had it rockin' and a rollin' for a while
By George
By, by, by, by George
We bought a blue refrigerator
Satellite and DVDs
A cozy little couch and Motorola TV
She loved to watch those pretty
Boys with California style
Like a jealous Mickey Rooney
George Clooney drove her wild
And I went crazy
Well she started growin' distant
I felt her discontent
I couldn't make her happy with
What I bought or spent
Her heart grew as cold as
The air in the Norge
On which she left a note that read
"Bye George"
And I said, "Baby
(baby) , baby (baby) , baby (baby) " yeah
She called me George Jetson
She called me George Jones
I was her Georgie-Porgie, now she's gone
How was I to know what I was in for
I had it rockin' and a rollin'
For a while by George
By, by, by, by, by by, by, by, by, George