In these days of changing ways,
so -called liberated days,
George, a boy, was gay, guess,
nothing more, nothing less,
the kindest guy I ever knew.
His mother's tears fell in vain,
the afternoon George tried to explain
that he needed love like all the rest.
Har said there must be a mistake,
how can my son not be straight,
after all I've said and done
Leaving home on a greyhound bus,
cast out by the ones he loves,
a victim of these gay days it
Georgey went to New York town,
where he quickly settled down,
and soon became the toast
accepted by Manhattan's elite,
and all the places that were sheathed.
No party was complete without George
Along the Boulevard he grew
And all the old queens blew a fuse
The last time I saw George alive
I said I'm pleased George attended the opening night
of another Broadway height
But split before the final curtain fell
Deciding to take a shortcut home,
arm in arm they meant no wrong
A gentle breeze blew down
Out of a dark inside street
to roll some innocent passerby
Daring to the fearful fight
Screams rung out in the night
Judges headed a sidewalk cornerstone
A leather kid, a switchblade knife
He did not intend to take his life
If he just pushed his luck
a little too far that night
The sight of blood dispersed again
A crowd gathered, the police came
An ambulance screamed to a halt
George's life ended there
But I ask, who really cares?
George once said to me, and I quote,
He said, wait or hesitate,
Get in gear before it's too late,
You may never get another chance.
Live it long and live it fast,
George, he was a friend of mine.
You'll take our breath away
you'll take our breath away