Georgy Porgy,
Thinks he’s star
Laughing eating
pudding and pie,
shouting out drinks
at the bar
Counting his money
Drinking whisky & rye
He went off to fight
In a far away war
That was always in question
Always in denial
Now he’s phoning
The world in new
Iranian style
His petrified rhetoric
Will one day come to haunt
Him in his dying days
Georgy Porgy,
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
When the boys came out to play,
Georgy Porgy ran away.
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