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