Georgie in the morning
Dreams that it's his birthday,
Gives himself another,
Gets up and drinks a beer.
Georgie in the pantry,
Feeling for his eyeballs,
Thinks about a shower
And sees these shapes appear.
Whatcha doin' here?
I beg your pardon?
Whatcha doin' here?
Please let me through.
Whatcha doin' here?
I beg your pardon?
Watcha doin' here?
What should i do?
Georgie in the sunshine
Brains are frying slowly
Always window shopping,
Never buys a thing.
Watch another movie
Skim another magazine.
Leering quiet monsters,
Peering from the cover.
Maybe it's a phase
It seems more like a lifetime.
He needs a moral compass
The boy scouts never gave.
Georgie's got a few holes
Leaking out his wisdom.
A dumpy demonstration
Across the finish line.
Watcha doin' here . . .
Faces all around him,
Promise him a real life,
Reaching for his motivation
And the situation
He's tried to leave behind.
And georgie sits alone
Starts chattin' with his shadow.
Super-hero questionnaires
Ain't what they used to be.
He leaves no certain trail.
He's off to see the wizard.
Maybe if you're lucky
You'll see him pass your way.