Frequently wrong but never in doubt
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
Frequentemente errado, mas nunca em dúvida
Eu me lembro quando o George vinha na nossa casa
Pra uma reunião de um dos seus clubes
Ele costumava dirigir até aqui
Porque morávamos perto da cidade
Onde o pulso dos grandes negócios estava
Ele pertencia ao clube de iates, aos caminhoneiros, aos shriners
Embora não tivesse barco nem equipamento
Ainda assim, ele comia jantares de carne assada
E se misturava com os vencedores
E esperava até pegar algo grande
Mas antes que ele conseguisse fisgar aquele grande peixe
Deixaram todo mundo entrar e estragaram o Shrine
E ele se irritava fácil e era propenso a gritar
Frequentemente errado, mas nunca em dúvida
Seus amigos o chamavam de skippy
Mas ele não tinha família
Até que os parentes da minha mãe o acolheram
Um garoto loiro e ondulado
Do marinha
E ele nunca mais saiu de casa
Como ele casou com a Agnes, ah, eu nunca vou saber
Ela era gentil e delicada
E o amava tanto
E ele era grandioso aos olhos dela
Quando saíam juntos
E frequentemente errado, mas nunca em dúvida
E eu acho que ele se divertia muito
Compartilhando o símbolo secreto
Com os mestres eleitos da noite
Lá no templo Boumi
Bem, eu acho que ele era louco
Acho que ele se sentia sozinho
Minha mãe era sua melhor amiga
Ele gritou e chorou
No dia em que ela morreu
E eu raramente o vi de novo
E eu acho que eu esqueci desde que era criança
Não sei por que o amávamos, só sei que amávamos
E ele se irritava fácil, era propenso a gritar
Frequentemente errado, mas nunca em dúvida