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 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 Bridge: 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