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 hob-nob with winners   And wait till 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   Till 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.      And 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...