She knows her mind all right, your Auntie Grizelda
She says she knows my kind, she might, maybe so
Oh, yeah, she's raised you right, your Auntie Grizelda
You only know the things she wants you to know
I know she's having a fit
She doesn't like me a bit
No bird of grace ever lit on 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
You look just like her you do
I know by looking at you
That you've been listening to your Auntie Grizelda
(Ad lib)
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 having a fit
She doesn't like me a bit
No bird of grace ever lit on Auntie Grizelda
Auntie Grizelda, Auntie Grizelda
