Born in a family on 6 pence a day
Down the farm, stacking up hay
What a place to live, what a place to stay
If they only used baby Georges ways
Baby George ways
By the time he was one, he was running around
Quiet as a mouse, never making a sound
He runs to town with a quick and dash
Never trip, never fall, never had a bash
With a quick and a dash
Baby George
Baby George
Baby George
Baby George
Baby George
Baby George
Baby George
When he was two, he had legs like a god
Could beat a car from their house to the yard
He was bigger than Jim, he was faster than Steve
He was legend he was a dream
Faster than Steve
Sixteen years and he was still running around
He was faster than a 40 mph troul
He was king, he was a lord
He was the almighty
Baby George
Baby George
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Baby George
Baby George
Baby George
Baby George
Baby George
Baby George
Baby George