George and I have crossed the prairie
Never have we seen the likes of this town
Not George nor me
Now George and I we're worn and weary
But there's nowhere a weary man can lay him down
For George and me

Me and George, george is my horse

George says he don't like these cars
These stone trails, where's the grass?
These high houses made of glass
He don't like 'em says George
He don't like them, george is my horse

Now George and I do quite agree
It would be a fine idea if all the cars
Were horse, then George would have some company
And me I'd be happy, just because
George is my horse

Yeah, because, george is my horse
Mmmm, horse