“Your Auntie Grizelda (live)”

Peter: Thanks very much. Thank you. Those of you—that’s alright, that’s alright—those of you who have been following closely the history of this group of ours may have reali—Those of you who have been following our history may have noticed that I… well, I did not sing a lot of the songs that we did.
Davy: Aww!
Micky: Oh, poor Peter. Crying all the way to the bank.
Peter: Just a minute!
Micky: Ha ha ha.
Peter: Just a minute! I did not come here to be insulted!
Micky: Where do you usually go?
Peter: …I don’t get it.
Micky: Ha ha. Read my lips. Ha ha. [blows a raspberry] Ha ha. Ha ha ha.
Peter: Now I get it. Anyway, we’re going to do a song I did sing, and when we’re done, you’re going to know why there were so few. And I’ll count it off for you here now, if uh, if these guys are done messing around. One, two, three, four… I love to count. Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

She knows her mind alright, your Auntie Grizelda
She says she knows my kind, she might may be so
Whoa 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

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 havin’ a fit
She doesn’t like me one little bit
No bird of grace ever lit on Auntie Grizelda

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Oh no

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 havin’ a fit
She doesn’t like me at all
No bird of grace ever lit on Auntie Grizelda

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