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.
Whatcha doin' here? I beg your pardon? Whatcha doin' here? Please let me through. Whatcha doin' here? I beg your pardon? Watcha 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 It seems more like a lifetime. He needs a moral compass The boy scouts never gave.
Georgie's got a few holes Leaking out his wisdom. A dumpy demonstration Across the finish line.
Watcha doin' here . . .
Faces all around him, Promise him a real life, Reaching for his motivation And the situation He's tried to leave behind.
And georgie sits alone Starts chattin' with his shadow. Super-hero 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.
