George

Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh The gold bells have rung Your final song, sung Forever Can't understand how He took you now Forever I'll never comprehend Why the best things always end Grief, sorrow–I'll never miss you more Than I do today, George Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Your songs and your smile Your wit and your style Forever The "fat slob" arrived You left us behind Forever A large wall of swords You struck a chord Forever On with your jokes "What matters most" Forever I'll never comprehend Why the best things need to end Grief, sorrow–I'll never miss you more Than I do today, George Then, tomorrow, I'll somehow miss you more Than I do today, George Then, tomorrow, I'll somehow miss you more Than I do today, George Then, tomorrow, I'll somehow miss you more Than I do today, George The gold bells have rung Your final song, sung