Born in a family on 6 pence a day  Down the farm, stacking up hay  What a place to live, what a place to stay  If they only used baby Georges ways  Baby George ways    By the time he was one, he was running around  Quiet as a mouse, never making a sound  He runs to town with a quick and dash  Never trip, never fall, never had a bash  With a quick and a dash    Baby George  Baby George  Baby George  Baby George  Baby George  Baby George  Baby George    When he was two, he had legs like a god  Could beat a car from their house to the yard  He was bigger than Jim, he was faster than Steve  He was legend he was a dream  Faster than Steve    Sixteen years and he was still running around  He was faster than a 40 mph troul  He was king, he was a lord  He was the almighty  Baby George  Baby George    [Instrumental]    Baby George  Baby George  Baby George  Baby George  Baby George  Baby George  Baby George