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Georgie On A Spree
Me Amammy told me, IDsabel, now dB7on’t stay out too Elate AOne day they’ll throw youD out of school soB7 get yourself a steady dEate But C#Georgie meets me F#mevery night, B7we go out and we Ehave a bite C#Eyes of blue, and F#mmoney too, he’B7s rattling the gardeEn gate, And DI can hardly Ewait—
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When AGeorgie’s on a spree all thDe girls are jealous oAf me Cause EI’m the one he spends hiF#ms money on, wB7e spend it, one twEo three, ADriving in his Chevrolet I’Dm perfect comC#pany DHe’s the king anAd I’m his queen wEhen Georgie’sA on a spree.
We don’t see bad company, we mix it with the best Rubbing shoulders with the rich and no time for the rest When I see something that I need my Georgie buys the street for me And when we’re tired of the Ritz he’s got a little nest Where I put him to the test. Chorus One day Georgie hung his head and sadly he did say— Little girl, I’m leaving you, I have to go away; But I’ll be back in a week or two and I’ll be thinking just of you Sit beside your telephone until that lucky day When I come home to stay— Chorus + He’s the king and I’m his queen When Georgie’s on a spree by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com