| In these days of changing ways
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| So called liberated days
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| A story comes to mind of a friend of mine
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| Georgie boy, was gay I guess
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| Nothin' more or nothin' less
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| The kindest guy I ever knew
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| His mother’s tears fell in vain
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| The afternoon George tried to explain
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| That he needed love like all the rest
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| Pa said, «There must be a mistake
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| How can my son not be straight
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| After all I’ve said and done for him»
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| Leavin' home on a Greyhound bus
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| Cast out by the ones he loves
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| A victim of these gay days it seems
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| Georgie went to New York town
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| Where he quickly settled down
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| And soon became the toast of the great white way
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| Accepted by Manhattan’s elite
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| In all the places that were chic
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| No party was complete without George
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| Along the boulevards he’d cruise
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| And all the old queens blew a fuse
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| Everybody loved Georgie boy
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| The last time I saw George alive
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| Was in the summer of seventy-five
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| He said he was in love, I said I’m pleased
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| George attended the opening night
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| Of another Broadway hype
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| But split before the final curtain fell
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| Deciding to take a short cut home
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| Arm in arm they meant no wrong
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| A gentle breeze blew down Fifth Avenue
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| Out of a darkened side street came
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| A New Jersey gang with just one aim
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| To roll some innocent passer-by
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| There ensued a fearful fight
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| Screams rang out in the night
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| Georgie’s head hit a sidewalk cornerstone
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| A leather kid, a switchblade knife
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| He did not intend to take his life
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| He just pushed his luck a little too far that night
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| The sight of blood dispersed the gang
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| A crowd gathered, the police came
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| An ambulance screamed to a halt on Fifty-third and Third
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| Georgie’s life ended there
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| But I ask, «Who really cares?»
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| George once said to me and I quote
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| He said, «Never wait or hesitate
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| Get in kid before it’s too late
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| You may never get another chance»
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| «'Cause youth’s a mask but it don’t last
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| Live it long and live it fast»
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| Georgie was a friend of mine
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| Oh, Georgie stay, don’t go away
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| Georgie please stay, you take our breath away
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| Oh, Georgie stay, don’t go away
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| Georgie please stay, you take our breath away
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| Oh, Georgie stay, don’t go away
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| Georgie, Georgie please stay, you take our breath away
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| Oh, Georgie stay |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Killing of Georgie, Pt. I and II , by - Rod Stewart. Song from the album The Studio Albums 1975 - 2001, in the genre Иностранный рок