“Your Auntie Grizelda (live)”

Micky: And now pretty Peter, the man with the gabardine voice.
Peter: What is that, “gabardine voice”? Man with the rayon acetate throat. Heh heh heh, heh heh.
Micky: Asking that musical question, “Auntie Grizelda”.

Yeah, she knows her mind alright, your Auntie Grizelda
She says she knows my kind, she might may be so
Oh yeah, she’s raised you right, your Auntie Grizelda
You only know the things she wants you to know

You look just like her you do
I know by lookin’ at you
That you’ve been listening to your Auntie Grizelda-ah-ah

You can’t begrudge her style, your Auntie Grizelda
She couldn’t budge a smile and do it for free
So righteous making fudge, your Auntie Grizelda
So proper judging others over her tea

I know she’s a-having a fit
She doesn’t like me a bit
No bird of grace ever lit on Auntie Grizelda-a-a

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Yeah!
Yeah! Everybody say yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Hey! Huh! Hey!

Oh no, don’t look at me like Auntie Grizelda
It takes much more to be someone of your own
You’ve got to make it free from Auntie Grizelda
Or just like her, you’ll have to make it alone

I know she’s a-having a fit
She doesn’t like me a bit
No bird of grace ever lit on Auntie Grizelda-ah-ah

Auntie Grizelda, Auntie Grizelda
Auntie Grizelda, Auntie Grizelda
Grizzle da, grizzle da-da, da grizzle da-da da-da da-da da