By George

She was the finest lookin' woman, that I've ever seen Looked like she stepped right off the cover of a glamor magazine I've never seen a girl like that in this country town The facts are black and white when she threw her arms around me I went crazy, we danced the hoochie-coochie The tide was rollin' in, I was drownin' in a sea of romance Then she popped the question in the back seat of my car "If I let you love me would you let me call you, George" I said, "Baby, baby, baby (Baby, baby, baby) Well, you can call me George Jetson, call me George Jones I'll be your Georgie-Porgie, all night long" How was I to know what I was in for I had it rockin' and a rollin' for a while, by George By, by, by, by George We bought a blue refrigerator, satellite and DVDs A cozy little couch and Motorola TV She loved to watch those pretty boys with California style Like a jealous Mickey Rooney, George Clooney drove her wild And I went crazy Well, she started growin' distant, I felt her discontent I couldn't make her happy with what I bought or spent Her heart grew as cold as the air in the Norge On which she left a note that read, "Bye George" And I said, "Baby, baby, baby", yeah (Baby, baby, baby) She called me George Jetson, she called me George Jones I was her Georgie-Porgie, now she's gone How was I to know what I was in for I had it rockin' and a rollin' for a while, by George By, by, by, by, by By, by, by, by, George