Bolcom: Cabaret Songs: George

Oh, call me Georgia, hon

Get yourself 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 yourself a drink"

And sang out loud

'Til tears fell in

The cognac and 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

"An' 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 di vedremo"

As he sang for this particular stranger

Who was in the United States Navy

The funeral was at the cocktail hour

We knew George would like it like this

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