Written by Marty Stuart 



She was the finest lookin' woman, that I've ever seen

Looked like she stepped right off the cover of a glamour 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, (baby), baby, (baby)" yeah

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