Saint George was an English school
But it was in Italy
Oh what a mischievous boy was he
They kicked him out for breaking rules
His father went over seas
The summer of 1970
(Chorus)
He was only seventeen
But everybody knew his name
So they cut off his ear with a garden sheer
And waited for his folks to pay
He was only seventeen
His mother should have been dismayed
When they cut off his ear with a garden sheer
Paul Getty never was the same
One night he was rather stoned
His friends wouldn't drive him home
He stood by a fountain all alone
A rotten gang wrestled him down
And threw him in the back of a van
Covered his eyes and taped his hands
(Chorus)
It could've been the opium
But the old man couldn't be swayed
He said "not a penny shall be paid!"
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Saint George was an English school
But it was in Italy
Oh what a mischievous boy was he
They kicked him out for breaking rules
His father went over seas
The summer of 1970
(Chorus)
He was only seventeen
But everybody knew his name
So they cut off his ear with a garden sheer
And waited for his folks to pay
He was only seventeen
His mother should have been dismayed
When they cut off his ear with a garden sheer
Paul Getty never was the same
One night he was rather stoned
His friends wouldn't drive him home
He stood by a fountain all alone
A rotten gang wrestled him down
And threw him in the back of a van
Covered his eyes and taped his hands
(Chorus)
It could've been the opium
But the old man couldn't be swayed
He said "not a penny shall be paid!"
But it was in Italy
Oh what a mischievous boy was he
They kicked him out for breaking rules
His father went over seas
The summer of 1970
(Chorus)
He was only seventeen
But everybody knew his name
So they cut off his ear with a garden sheer
And waited for his folks to pay
He was only seventeen
His mother should have been dismayed
When they cut off his ear with a garden sheer
Paul Getty never was the same
One night he was rather stoned
His friends wouldn't drive him home
He stood by a fountain all alone
A rotten gang wrestled him down
And threw him in the back of a van
Covered his eyes and taped his hands
(Chorus)
It could've been the opium
But the old man couldn't be swayed
He said "not a penny shall be paid!"