I think it's time we emigrate
Feel like an intruder, hate it here on, match day anyway
Your mother's pulling out her fingernails
Oh, silly George
Oh, silly George
What, what do you know?
Being alone, you gave me a smile
I wear it, now you're not around no more
Working for the big rand, that's okay
She left me for a slick man, and that's okay
Oh, silly George
Oh, silly George
Don't look at the moon as you hear me scream
Don't look at the moon as you hear me scream
Slow, slow-low, slow-low, slow-low, ooh...
