In these days of changing ways so called liberated days a story comes to mind of a player of mine Georgie boy was fat I guess nothin' more or nothin' less the chubiest guy I ever knew His mother's tears fell in vain the afternoon George tried to explain that he needed food like all the rest Pa said there must be a mistake how can my son not be fed after all I've said and done for him Leavin' home on a Greyhound bus cast out by the ones he loves A victim of these fit days it seems Georgie went to reserve grade town where he quickly settled down losing kilos living on toast all day Accepted by Manly's elite in all the places that were chic No party was complete without George Along the boulevards he'd cruise and all the fans blew a fuse Everybody loved Georgie boy The last time I saw George play was in a Manly jersey in 2018 he said he was in first grade I said I'm pleased Georgie's career ended there but I ask who really cares George once said to me and I quote He said "Never wait or hesitate Get in kid, before it's too late You may never get another chance 'Cos youth a mask but it don't last live it long and live it fast" Georgie was a favourite of mine Oh Georgie play, don't go away Georgie please play you take our breath away Oh Georgie play, don't go away Georgie please play you take our breath away Oh Georgie play, don't go away Georgie, Georgie please play you take our breath away Oh Georgie play
