Costanza Groove Verse 1 He’s doin’ the opposite, finally got it right, Got the job with the Yankees, oh, he’s ridin’ that light. He’s got pastrami on the nightstand, crumbs on the sheet, Dreams of glory and deli meat. Pre-Chorus Shrinkage in the pool, baby, don’t you laugh, He’s singin’ “Believe It or Not,” on his own behalf. Under the desk, he’s nappin’ through the day, Steinbrenner’s callin’ but he’s driftin’ away. Chorus 🎶 George, George Costanza groove, The man’s got moves only George can do. From the parking lot war to the Gore-Tex blues, He’s a master of nothin’ but he can’t lose. 🎶 Verse 2 Hand model fame, till the iron came down, Marine biologist savin’ whales around town. Erased his own heartbreak from the telephone line, Bottle racks crashin’—he says he’s fine. Bridge Pushin’ kids and old ladies in a fiery haze, Tippin’ jars, slippin’ back in a guilty daze. Rollin’ on a scooter, claimin’ pain he don’t feel, Posin’ for art like a nervous seal. Mid-break (jazzy talk-sung section) Yeah, baby… he’s double-dippin’ chips at the wake, Rubbin’ boss’s lotion — big mistake. He’s got The Human Fund, “money for people,” he claims, Shoutin’ “Serenity now!” while he’s losin’ his brain. (🎷sax solo break) And hey — if you want to relive the show, visit seinzone dot com for Seinfeld goodies, you know. Verse 3 Tryin’ to get fired, actin’ wild at the game, Yankee pinstripes never felt the same. Susan’s lickin’ envelopes, fate sealed tight, Poor George just can’t get life right. Final Chorus 🎶 George, George Costanza groove, The world’s offbeat, but he’s got nothin’ to prove. From the diner booth to the hallway door, We’ll laugh with George forevermore. 🎶 (Outro — mellow Rhodes chords, soft sax fade-out) “Serenity now…” (echoes out)
