My name is George Armour
And lest you think that’s some sort of skin-flick nom de plume, it’s not.
Wise up, cracker!
The coppers: they be looking for me. They said I did a bad thing in 1990 and they wanna lock ol’ Georgie boy back up, see?
They been sniffing around Georgie since ’89 – earlier, I guess, if you count the scheming I did that landed me in the hoosgow.
I probably don’ look this way anymore. But if you see me, don’t call the man in blue, OK?
That be exactly what he want you to do.
And you ain’t no rat. I can tell. You got honest eyes, chum.