One day he's a Greek

One day he's Italian

He's 42 years old

He's George from Baltimore

He's a hustler

Making money on the street every day

What he does with his dough

Is a mystery

It's a shame Petey Reds thinks he's gamblin'

Everybody knows George is gettin' high

But he'll swear on his mother's grave

That he spends all his dough

On the horses at the Pimlico

Hit 'em for 700 last night

Now he's got his hand out

Somethin' ain't right

You can call it profit

You can call it lost

If he gets that train back to Baltimore



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200,000 in counterfeit 50 dollar bills

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George can turn a ten to a grand real quick

To spend on his medicine

He ain't gettin' sick

His doc's gotta Benz

A white girlfriend

Now the state's gotta Benz

The country's got a Benz 'cause

(she was working for him)

She could turn the lights out

Over at the White House

Still George has got to get his

Looking for a pocket for his 50 dollar bills

Looking for a thruway to his thrills

On the train ride back to Baltimore



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