I remember when George used to come to our house
For a meeting of one of his clubs
He would often drive down, 'cause we lived close to town
Where the pulse of the big business was
He belonged to the Yacht Club, the Truckers, the Shriners
Though he had no boat and no rig
Still, he'd eat roast beef dinners and hobnob with winners
And wait 'til he hit something big
But before he could get that big fish on the line
They let everyone in and ruined the Shrine
And he was easily riled and likely to shout
Frequently wrong, but never in doubt
His friends called him Skippy, but he had no family
'Til my mother's folks took him in
Just a short blond and wavy, boy from the navy
And he never left home again
How he married Agnes, oh, I'll never know
She was gracious and gentle and she loved him so
And he was grand in her eyes when they would go out
And frequently wrong, but never in doubt
Oh, I guess he had a big time
Sharing the secret symbol
With masters elect of the night
Down at the Boumi Temple
Well, I guess he was crazy, I think he was lonely
My mother was his best friend
He hollered and cried the day that she died
And I rarely saw him again
And I guess I've forgotten since I was a kid
I don't know why we loved him, I just know we did
And he was easily riled, likely to shout
Frequently wrong, but never in doubt