The Monkees — 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 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