The Ballade of Little Georgie (lyrics)

THE BALLADE OF LITTLE GEORGIE ....(George Rossi, HunniHive Music, BMI)

Crazy Angeline was a voodoo queen
She lived in the swamps outside of New Orleans
An’ one night in the cold an’ drizzlin’ rain
Angeline was pickin’ through garbage again
Under eggshells, chicken bones and rancid cheese
She found sumpin’ man, make your blood freeze !
Under all that garbage and rotten crud
She found an itty bitty baby Georgie boy.... inna bucket of blood

“Oh little one – how could they have done this to you?
What kind of peoples throws out a little baby child – like a worn out shoe?
So I took that baby home – I took him cause I was all alone
I said I’ll make you whole – my, my, my . . . little one
An’ bring you back to life – bring you back to life my son
And all the wrongs that been done – to – me and you
Are gonna be paid back in spades – through and through . . . . . .”

Oh.....Little Georgie ....Little Georgie Boy
Oh.... Little Georgie ....Little Zombie Boy

She brewed herself a voodoo stew
Poured in the blood of the loup garou
Eye of newt – chicken claw
Mandrake root anna monkey paw
Threw in the parts of an ole pianna
Dead pianna player’s bones from Loo-sianna
Took the baby by the foot and she dipped ‘em in
Filled his lungs with thunder and his mind with sin
And with all the evil in her head
She broght that boy back from the dead, well. . . .

Oh.....Little Georgie ....Little Georgie Boy
Oh.... Little Georgie ....Little Zombie Boy

“Son, when you reach the age of twenty one –
You gonna burn up the folks like the noon day sun
Play more pianna than any man. . . .
Dey’ll say datcha play like ya got t’ree hands.
You gonna outlove any man alive
Make the wimmens go down in a power dive.
An’ when you reach the age of three times seven. . .
You gonna give ‘em hell an’ make it feel like heaven. . . . . . .”

Well, Georgie reached twenty one at last
Every thing she prophesized came to pass
Poundin’ rhythm with fists of thunder
His voodoo beat set the town a-wonder
Piano rattlin’ like a gattlin’ gun
Piano rattlin’ like a gattlin’ gun
And the word spread out all over the land
‘Bout the that played like he got t’ree hands
Dontchew know he was doin’ evil
He was messin’ up their heads like an ole boll weevil
Took his revenge. . . .exacted his toll . . . .
Rocked ‘em into hell with a whole lotta soul, well. . . .

Oh.....Little Georgie ....Little Georgie Boy
Oh.... Little Georgie ....Little Zombie Boy

“Dontchew know we gotta get that boy . . .
He havin’ way to much fun
T’ree hand kid gotta be destroyed
Wo got de hatchet ? gimme a gun !
(Yeh, yeh) let’s poison his whiskey
(Yeh, yeh) he won’t be so friskey
(Yeh, yeh) but he don’t fall down in the mornin’
Georgie won’t fall down in the mornin’
Little Georgie boy-o”

So We went to the prettiest girl in town
We’ll pay ya ten thousand dollars just to take him down. . .
Make him holla now, make him squeal
Make him holla now, make him squeal
And roll his bone like a wagon wheel
And while you raisin’ a ruckus and kickin’ up sand. . .
Kill that boy and you’ll get ten grand . . .

Look out Little Georgie, Little Georgie boy
Look out Little Georgie, Little Zombie boy

“So I met up with Georgie ‘bout half past three
Say hey t’ree hands c’mon home with me
I don’t mean to brag but when it comes to lovin’
I’ll bake your bread like a pizza oven
I’m fine as wine – don’t mean to boast
I’ll turn your heart to butter and your mind . . . to toast.”

Well they shook that bed, they pounded them walls
Screams and moans and caterwauls
Atomic blasts in between the sheets
You could hear ‘em all the way down Rampart Street
Well, lovin’ that boy set her mind a-blurr
But ten grand was lookin’ mighty good to her
She done her job – she done her part

And she stabbed that boy . . . . right in his heart

Now the people gathered from all over town
They wanted ta be right there whwen they lowered him down . . .
Six feet under – hole in the ground
All the people in that whole damned town

They wanted ta make that scene on a Saturday night when they lowered his funky ass down in the ground........

Now the earth started shakin’ and the sky toined black
And lightnin’ slashed the sky with a mighty crack
An’ the doit started shiftin’ underneath their feet
There was no escape, there was no retreat
And their feet started sinkin’ in that swampy ground
And they knew right then n’ there there’d be no mercy found
People let me tell you there ain’t nothin’ meaner

Than to have your toes sucked on by Big Daddy Satan’s vacuum cleaner. . .

The ground was a-bubblin’ . . . . the oith was a quakin’
Hair stood on end as that zombie boy awakened
N’ out of the grave that boy did fly
I said out of the grave that boy did fly
N’ he spat on the ground as the town folks cried
“Lord have mercy don’t let us die
Oh, God in heaven we don’ wanna die”
And Georgie spun in the air and he toined his head
An’ he laughed at the people with the eyes of red
He say, “Prayer won’t help you won’t survive
An’ now you know what it’s like to be buried alive”
And far and away that boy did fly . . . .
Into the heart of a blood-red sky
Them foolish peoples they been misled
Them foolish peoples they been misled
I said them foolish peoples they been misled

Don’t you know you can’t kill something
That’s already been dead!!!

Oh.....Little Georgie ....Little Georgie Boy
Oh.... Little Georgie ....Little Zombie Boy
Oh.....Little Georgie ....Little Georgie Boy
Oh.... Little Georgie ....You Little Zombie Boy