You sound a little crazy
   But it could be the heat
   I'm roasted like a chestnut
   By the fire of your feet
   Your body is a furnace
   Your love is the coal
   So won't you tame your man
   Hot George
  
   Now Georgie was a female
   As females go
   She moved fast like a jaguar
   Melting all like snow
   She was a foxy heater
   Rotating like the sun
   So won't you tame yor man
   Hot George
  
   Pavlovian he said "Lo" [**unsure about this line]
   He was a bronzed style punk
   He drank up the rainbow
   To get his skull drunk
   He laid by the mission bell
   To keep his guns all creamed
   Why don't you understand?
   Hot George
  
   Why don't you understand?
   Hot George
  
   Why don't you understand?
   Hot George
  
   G-g-g-Georgie
   G-g-g-Georgie