Allie and Bill run round the outside,
round the outside, round the outside
Allie and Bill run round the outside,
round the outside, round the outside
Guess who’s back, back again,
George is back, with his friends,
Guess who’s back, guess who’s back?
Guess who’s back, guess who’s back?
Guess who’s back, guess who’s back?
Thought it was over, thought that my daughter
wouldn’t wanna see George anymore
watching Futurama now mixed with some Bob’s Burgers
it’s murder, returning to George after summer
when I thought it was over and done what a bummer,
cause I’m back in it, not finished, got me watching that George fishing
with Bill on the dock who done got that monkey cogitating,
why deal with the cold? He could be hibernating!
George is down with the bull and Bill’s dumb debating
so he heads home to where MYH is waiting,
George can’t talk so he tries describing
what a bear might do when the autumn’s dying,
he wants to go to bed and sleep for three
or four months so the winter goes past and he
can stay in his room, dark as a tomb
surrounded by rocks, hiding in blankets and gloom
like a bear, snore steady, but first he’s got to get ready,
eat all the food in the house--there’s no Pisghetti
cause just the MYH is there
and he’s all “Now George, you’re not a bear
you can’t, eat all the food and build a lair
don’t listen to Bill--he’s a box of hair!”
cause the MYH is always there
and he, never yells and he, always cares
and he, humors George and he never dares
to whip that monkey’s derriere!
Room’s “cavern”ous, George no longer ravenous
lays his head in the bed to take a nap, and thus
skip the winter, he’s wishing, he could go back to fishing
that’s his mission, but down in the kitchen
The Man starts his booming, thumping the room with
his music--it’s stupid--he’s playing the tuba
the whole world hears it up to the moon but
The Man and his hooting suck more than a Roomba
George covers his ears, and so it appears
he’s gotta go downstairs and knock The Man out his chair
but he can’t, nana-na na nanna na na na kshh
he’s simply too yellow, mutes the horn with a pillow
George has to run out the door, he
knows he can’t sleep till he yells at the corgi
who’s yappin’, amidst all of the hap-nin
the clucking and mooing and all of the jazz in
the Yankeetown farm that the Yellow Hat lives in
goes back to his forge, slamming the doors
tapes a blanket to his window, puts his clock in a drawer
can he hibernate NOW? Is there gonna be more?
No peeping, George sleeping,
he jumps out of bed--he’s happy, leaping,
winter is fleeting is what George is believing
but it seems he just dreams cause his sleep was deceiving
The Yellow Hat Man says, “George, good morning”
still autumn outside; still just as boring
George disappointed, hibernation’s a damn lie
not even thirteen hours have gone by!
George wants to cry, there’s no way to win now,
nothing but dead leaves and frigid-ass wind, how
can George possibly have fun with chickens and damn cows
damn this is boring, no reason to live, WOW!
What did The Man find, trapped in the closet?
Some sort of wintery gear deposit?
found a sled and found some skis
he thinks “This stuff’s for me? But this must mean...”
No need to worry, cause George can hurry
find Bill and Allie and all his pallies
cause finally Curious George remembers
he can do stupid shit throughout December!
Hey! There’s a concept that works,
three hundred new episodes emerge
and nobody cares what it does to me
Cause today George learned he’s not a bear
and I, can’t escape, no, au contraire
and I, have returned so y’all beware
next one’ll have me pulling out my hair!