Oh, where are you now george?

Now that wingers have been laid to rest

And shirts have adverts across their breast

And it's all about who's the richest

Where are you now george?

With those boots that laced up the side

And that irish shirt that you wore with pride

And that picture of you with mike summerbee and bride

Oh, where are you now george?

I dreamed of you dribbling past city's back four

And leaving joe corrigan fumbling on the floor

And the stretford end singing "more! bestie! more!"

Where are you now george?

In a boutique down carnaby street?

Or gambling on the horses at an aintree meet?

Oh where oh where are those magic feet?

I know where you've been

On granada every week

I want you to come back to me

And have you seen george oghani

And charlie george?