Arnold Weinstein - George lyrics

My friend George used to say "Oh, call me Georgia, hon Get yourselves a drink." And sang the best soprano In our part of town In beads, brocade, and pins He sang if you happened in Through the door he never locked And said, "Get yourselves a drink." And sang out loud Till tears fell in the cognac And in the chocolate milk and gin And on the beads, brocade, and pins When strangers happened through his open door George said, "Stay, but you gotta keep quiet While I sing, and then a minute after And call me Georgia." One fine day a stranger In a suit of navy blue Took George's life With a knife George had placed beside an apple pie he'd baked And stabbed him in the middle Of "Un bel dì vedremo" Which he sang for this particular stranger Who was in the United States Navy The funeral was at the co*ktail hour We knew George would like it that way Tears fell on the beads, brocade, and pins In the coffin Which was white Because George was a virgin Oh, call him Georgia, hon Get yourself a drink You can call me Georgia, hon Get yourself a drink!