Lyric Grits Ain t Groceries

If I don t love you baby,
grits ain t groceries,
eggs ain t poultry,
and Mona Lisa was a man.

All around the world
I d rather be a fly
and light on my baby s head,
I ll stay with that
woman til I die.
A toothpick in my hand,
I dig a 10-foot ditch
and ride through the jungle
fightin lions with a switch,
because ya know I love ya baby,
well, you know I love you baby,
and if I don t love you baby,
grits ain t groceries,
eggs ain t poultry,
and Mona Lisa must-a been a man.

Well, it s all around the world and I got
blisters on my feet
a-tryin to find my baby,
a-bring her back to me.
If you see my baby,
I know she ll be convinced.
If it don t send her back to me,
it just
don t make no sense,
because ya know I love ya baby,
well, you know I love you baby.
If I don t love you baby,
grits ain t groceries and eggs ain t poultry,
and Mona Lisa must-a been a man.

Well,
all around the world
I never will forget
I lost all my money, my woman and my pet,
but I got to have you baby,
I got to settle for nothin less,
give up all my good time for the sake of happiness,
because ya know I love ya baby,
you know,
you know I love you baby.
If I don t love you baby,
grits ain t groceries,
eggs ain t poultry,
and Mona Lisa must-a been a man.

I said, if I don t love you baby,
grits ain t groceries,
eggs ain t poultry,
and Mona Lisa must-a
Mona Lisa must-a been a man.

Well,
if I don t love ya baby,
if
I don t love you baby,
if I don t love you baby,
grits ain t groceries,
and eggs ain t poultry,
and Mona Lisa must-a been a man.

Mona Lisa must-a been a man.