Read in the paper 'bout a man killed with a sword   And that made my think of my friend george   People said the man was five foot six   Sounds like george with his killing stick      Hey bro, what's the word   Talkin' 'bout my friend george   Hey bro, what's the word   Talkin' 'bout my friend george   You talkin' 'bout my friend george      I knew george since he's eight   I always thought that he was great   And anything that george would do   You know that I would do it too      George liked music and george liked to fight   He worked out in a downtown gym every night   I'd spar with him when work was done   We split lips but it was all in fun      Hey bro, what's the word   You talkin' 'bout my friend george   Hey bro, what's the word   Talkin' 'bout my friend george   Talkin' 'bout my friend george      Next thing I hear george's got this stick   He's using it for more than kicks   I seen him down at smalley's bar   He was wired up, I tried to calm him down      Avenge yourself he says to me   Avenge yourself for humanity   Avenge yourself for the weak and the poor   Stick it to these guys right through their heads      Well, the fight is my music, the stick is my sword   And you know that I love you, so please don't say a word   Can't you hear the music playing, the anthem, it's my call   And the last I seen of george was him   Running through the door, I says -      Hey bro, what's the word   Talkin' 'bout my friend george   Hey bro, what's the word   You talkin' 'bout my friend george   Talkin' 'bout my friend george      Hey bro, what's the word   You talkin' 'bout my friend george   Hey bro, what's the word   What me saying 'bout my friend george   Hey bro, what's the word   Hear you talkin' 'bout my friend george   Hey bro, what's the word   I hear talkin' 'bout my friend george