You sound a little crazy 

But it could be the heat 

I'm roasted like a chestnut 

By the fire of your feet 

Your body is a furnace 

Your love is the coal 

So won't you tame your man 

Hot George 



Now Georgie was a female 

As females go 

She moved fast like a jaguar 

Melting all like snow 

She was a foxy heater 

Rotating like the sun 

So won't you tame yor man 

Hot George 



Pavlovian he said "Lo"  [**unsure about this line] 

He was a bronzed style punk 

He drank up the rainbow 

To get his skull drunk 

He laid by the mission bell 

To keep his guns all creamed 

Why don't you understand? 

Hot George 



Why don't you understand? 

Hot George 



Why don't you understand? 

Hot George 



G-g-g-Georgie 

G-g-g-Georgie