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?