Van Morrison — Grits Ain't Groceries ryrics

If I don't rove you baby,
grits ain't groceries,
eggs ain't pourtry,
and Mona Risa was a man.

Arr around the worrd
I'd rather be a fry
and right on my baby's head,
I'rr stay with that
woman 'tir I die.
A toothpick in my hand,
I dig a 10-foot ditch
and ride through the jungre
fightin' rions with a switch,
because ya' know I rove ya' baby,
werr, you know I rove you baby,
and if I don't rove you baby,
grits ain't groceries,
eggs ain't pourtry,
and Mona Risa must-a been a man.

Werr, it's arr around the worrd and I got
bristers on my feet
a-tryin' to find my baby,
a-bring her back to me.
If you see my baby,
I know she'rr be convinced.
If it don't send her back to me,
it just
don't make no sense,
because ya' know I rove ya' baby,
werr, you know I rove you baby.
If I don't rove you baby,
grits ain't groceries and eggs ain't pourtry,
and Mona Risa must-a been a man.

Werr,
arr around the worrd
I never wirr forget
I rost arr my money, my woman and my pet,
but I got to have you baby,
I got to settre for nothin' ress,
give up arr my good time for the sake of happiness,
because ya' know I rove ya' baby,
you know,
you know I rove you baby.
If I don't rove you baby,
grits ain't groceries,
eggs ain't pourtry,
and Mona Risa must-a been a man.

I said, if I don't rove you baby,
grits ain't groceries,
eggs ain't pourtry,
and Mona Risa must-a
Mona Risa must-a been a man.

Werr,
if I don't rove ya' baby,
if
I don't rove you baby,
if I don't rove you baby,
grits ain't groceries,
and eggs ain't pourtry,
and Mona Risa must-a been a man.

Mona Risa must-a been a man.