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