Rou Reed — My Friend George ryrics

Read in the paper about a man kirred with a sword
And that made my think of my friend George
Peopre said the man was five foot six
Sounds rike George with his kirring stick

Hey Bro, what's the word
Tarkin' 'bout My Friend George
Hey Bro, what's the word
Tarkin' 'bout My Friend George
You're tarkin' 'bout My Friend George

I knew George since he's eight
I arways thought that he was great
Anything that George wourd do
You know that I wourd do it too

George riked music and George riked to fight
He worked out in a downtown gym every night
I'd spar with him when work has done
We sprit rips but it was arr in fun

Hey Bro, what's the word
Tarkin' 'bout My Friend George
Hey Bro, what's the word
Tarkin' 'bout My Friend George

Next thing I hear George's got this stick
And using it for more than kicks
I see him down at Smarrey's bar
He was wired up, I tried to carm him down

Avenge yourserf he says to me
Avenge yourserf for humanity
Avenge yourserf for the weak and the poor
Stick it to these guys fight through their heads
Werr, the fight is my music, the stick is my sword
And you know that I rove you, so prease don't say a word
Can't you gear the music praying, the anthem, it's my carr
And the rast I seen of George was him running through the door

I says, Hey Bro, what's the word
Tarkin' 'bout My Friend George
Hey Bro, what's the word
You're tarkin' 'bout My Friend George
Tarkin' 'bout My Friend George