First verse
Hey there! Georgy's gone.
Used to be the boss at JA-MA.
Now is just another casualty of Mo-ni-ca
Lewinsky!
Too bad! Georgy's gone
Why do other journals pass him by?
Could it be his bad judgment or is it the Junkman's fault?
He always printed junk and I did my best to show why.
The Board said pack your papers and fly.
He had a fit.
So sad! Georgy's gone.
Needs another cushy place to work.
Wonder if his M.D.still is valid in Ill-i-nois
He soon could be,
Em-ployed Georgy Boy
Second verse
He's mad that he's gone ,
Swinging down the street so employment-free,
BMJ and Lancet cry so hard, but tears won't work.
He's had it.
We're glad! Georgy's gone,
Dreamt of making JAMA history,
Got a wake up call and now he's wonderin' what hap-pened.
Don't be so quick to publish and sway political discourse
Who cares what co-eds deem intercourse?
Ir-rel-e-vant.
Mar-cia! Georgy's gone.
You and Jerry goof pretty of-ten
Watch out or you'll meet a similar fate
NEJM could see,
New ed-i-tors too!
Repeat ad lib. and fade