My sister writes songs. As a kid she used to make changes to familiar old tunes, and perhaps Georgie was one of hers. Here's another:
Propel, propel, propel your craft, placidly down the liquid solution
Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, existence is but an illusion.
'Henry' is from the lyrics of the rendition done by Harry Belafonte many years ago.