One day he's a Greek



One day he's Italian



He's 42 years old



He's George from Baltimore



He's a hustler



Making money on the street every day



What he does with his dough



Is a mystery



It's a shame Petey Reds thinks he's gamblin'



Everybody knows George is gettin' high



But he'll swear on his mother's grave



That he spends all his dough



On the horses at the Pimlico



Hit 'em for 700 last night



Now he's got his hand out



Somethin' ain't right



You can call it profit



You can call it lost



If he gets that train back to Baltimore







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200,000 in counterfeit 50 dollar bills



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George can turn a ten to a grand real quick



To spend on his medicine



He ain't gettin' sick



His doc's gotta Benz



A white girlfriend



Now the state's gotta Benz



The country's got a Benz 'cause



She could turn the lights out



Over at the White House



Still George has got to get his



Looking for a pocket for his 50 dollar bills



Looking for a thruway to his thrills



On the train ride back to Baltimore







[chorus]



[repeat]