Lyrics
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.
What you doin' here?
- I beg your pardon?
What you doin' here?
- Please let me through.
What you doin' here?
- I beg your pardon.
What you 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,
but it seems more like a lifetime.
He needs a moral compass
the Boy Scouts never gave.
Georgie's got a few holes
leeking out his wisdom.
A dumpy demonstration
across the finish line.
What you doin' here...
Faces all around him
promising a real life
reaching for his motivation.
And the situation he’s tried to leave behind . . .
George sits alone,
starts chattin' with his shadow.
Superhero 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.
What you doin' here...
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