Your Auntie Grizelda

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

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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