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He pounds the pavement, day by day
Locked inside his shell
In his worn out boots and terylene socks
And the threads that carry his smell
He's got a crock full of grog and a mouldy bun
With a clapped out chicken bone
He's down on his uppers without a crust
And he likes to be left alone
It's a solitary lifestyle being a tramp
Shuffling about on the hoof
Cold and hungry and soaking wet
Searching about for a roof
Ferreting around for some kerbside Virginia
He knows how to pull out the stops
He's in hot pursuit of some electric soup
And constantly dodging the cops
George the human pigeon
Scratching round the bins
He's dropped out of the rat race
Society's clipped his wings
George the human pigeon
Couldn't give a damn
He's strung out on the tarmac
Hanging from a purple can
George the human pigeon
George
He couldn't give a stuff about what people say
Ever since he buried his wife
He's happy as Larry in his own sweet way
Wading through the debris of life
A wheelie bin homeland and a car park skip
And a liver set to burst
The biggest issue of George's day
Is how to quench his thirst
Horses live in stables
Goldfish live in bowls
People live in ghettos
Pigeons live in holes
We've all got our reasons
To do as we please
Won't sink in the system
Won't crawl on our knees
He pounds the pavement, day by day
Locked inside his shell
In his worn out boots and terylene socks
And the threads that carry his smell
He's got a crock full of grog and a mouldy bun
With a clapped out chicken bone
He's down on his uppers without a crust
And he likes to be left alone
George the human pigeon
Wanders round his block
He's minding his own business
He's happy with his lot
George the human pigeon
Couldn't give a damn
He's strung out on the tarmac
Hanging from a purple can
George the human pigeon
George
George the human pigeon
George
Yeah go on then, I'll have one of those big issues
Keep the change
Get yourself something to eat
Oh hang on, here's me travelcard
Might come in handy
George
George
George
George