George Is My Horse
George and I have crossed the prairie
Never have we seen the likes of this town
Not George nor me
Now George and I we're worn and weary
But there's nowhere a weary man can lay him down
For George and me
Me and George, george is my horse
George says he don't like these cars
These stone trails, where's the grass?
These high houses made of glass
He don't like 'em says George
He don't like them, george is my horse
Now George and I do quite agree
It would be a fine idea if all the cars
Were horse, then George would have some company
And me I'd be happy, just because
George is my horse
Yeah, because, george is my horse
Mmmm, horse
Jorge es mi caballo
Jorge y yo hemos cruzado la pradera
Nunca hemos visto algo así en este pueblo
Ni Jorge ni yo
Ahora Jorge y yo estamos desgastados y cansados
Pero no hay ningún lugar donde un hombre cansado pueda descansar
Para Jorge y para mí
Yo y Jorge, Jorge es mi caballo
Jorge dice que no le gustan estos autos
Estos senderos de piedra, ¿dónde está el pasto?
Estas altas casas hechas de vidrio
No le gustan, dice Jorge
No le gustan, Jorge es mi caballo
Ahora Jorge y yo estamos bastante de acuerdo
Sería una buena idea si todos los autos
Fueran caballos, entonces Jorge tendría compañía
Y yo estaría feliz, solo porque
Jorge es mi caballo
Sí, porque, Jorge es mi caballo
Mmmm, caballo