She was the finest lookin' woman, that I've ever seen   Looked like she stepped right off the cover of a glamor 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", yeah   (Baby, baby, baby)   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