John Mayall - Grits Ain't Groceries lyrics

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 was 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 was 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 was 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 was 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 was a man. Mona Lisa was a man.