By Diane Hilderbrand and Jack Keller
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She knows her mind all right, your Auntie Grizelda,
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She says she knows my kind, she might, maybe so.
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Oh, yeah, she's raised you right, your Auntie Grizelda,
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You only know the things she wants you to know.
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I know she's having a fit,
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She doesn't like me a bit,
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No bird of grace ever lit on Auntie Grizelda.
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You can't begrudge her style, your Auntie Grizelda,
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She couldn't budge a smile and do it for free.
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So righteous making fudge, your Auntie Grizelda,
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So proper judging others over her tea.
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You look just like her you do,
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I know by looking at you,
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That you've been listening to your Auntie Grizelda.
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[ad lib]
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Oh, no, don't look at me like Auntie Grizelda
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It takes much more to be someone of your own.
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You've got to make it free from Auntie Grizelda
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Or just like her you'll have to make it alone.
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I know she's having a fit,
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She doesn't like me a bit,
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No bird of grace ever lit on Auntie Grizelda.
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Auntie Grizelda, Auntie Grizelda
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Your Auntie Grizelda
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