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I remember when George used to come to our houseFor a meeting of one of his clubsHe would often drive down'Cause we lived close to townWhere the pulse of the big business wasHe belonged to the yacht club, the truckers, the shrinersThough he had no boat and no rigStill he'd eat roast beef dinnersAnd hob-nob with winnersAnd wait till he hit something bigBut before he could get that big fish on the lineThey let everyone in and ruined the ShrineAnd he was easily riled and likely to shoutFrequently wrong but never in doubtHis friends called him skippyBut he had no familyTill my mother's folks took him inJust a short blond and wavyBoy from the navyAnd he never left home againHow he married Agnes oh I'll never knowShe was gracious and gentleLetras de cancionesAnd she loved him soAnd he was grand in her eyesWhen they would go outAnd frequently wrong but never in doubtAnd I guess he had a big timeSharing the secret symbolWith masters elect of the nightDown at the Boumi templeWell I guess he was crazyI think he was lonelyMy mother was his best friendHe hollered and criedThe day that she diedAnd I rarely saw him againAnd I guess I've forgotten since I was a kidI don't know why we loved him I just know we didAnd he was easily riled, likely to shoutFrequently wrong but never in doubt From Letras Mania