“God Given Grant”

Me and Lemon Ricky was down at the dinghy
We was singin’ and carryin’ on
Later, me and Lemon Ricky turned on the TV
To see if we can get the blues on

Just then, Lemon Ricky grabbed a soulful sister
And he raised his soulful voice in song

It’s a God given grant to make a fool of yourself
It’s a God given right to be wrong
It’s a God given grant to make a fool of yourself
It’s a God given right to be wrong

Me and Mr. Clean was workin’ some kind of machine
We was makin’ our livin’ that way
Later, Mr. Clean and I would get a little high
Just to see what we both had to say

Just then, Mr. Clean would seem to ask me
If I thought his life was okay, and I said

It’s a God given grant to make a fool of yourself
It’s a God given right to be wrong
It’s a God given grant to make a fool of yourself
It’s a God given right to be wrong

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Me and Mrs. Pudy used to try to get through
To each other with guns and a-knives
But the flood comes after fire, now, lately, we’d get tired
Of livin’ these [???] lives

So if we get loose, you know, we might call a truce
If we can get outside this world of wives (’Til then!)

It’s a God given grant to make a fool of yourself
It’s a God given right to be wrong
It’s a God given grant to make a fool of yourself
It’s a God given right
I said it’s a God given right
It’s a, a God given right to be wrong, hey, yeah