Georg's Summer Home

Long Lost Canadian Cousin???

Here I am, at Georg's summer home
And not wearing any damn BBQ cologne
They did say he lived in the out back
Wow!! ~ nice shot, Georg does have a knack

He hit that thing on the fly at that
Two steps closer, would have got my hat
That poor fly, he never even stood a chance
Hope Georg doesn't jump out, doing the happy dance

Hey Georg, I'm out here, to visit your ranch
Hope that old fart is wearing some pants
He'll never recognize me in my costume
I'm not staying, even if he has a spare room

That barrel there, says moonshine
That could account for his state of mind
Hey Georg!! ~ you almost got me with that one
Should I stand very still, or is it time to run

I wonder if that Georg knows who I really am
OH!! I thought you were Mr. Mateos
I'm very sorry mam

That's what happens, when your afraid to look
You mistake Georg, for the darn cook
But for sure no fly is safe
That cooks aim is great

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