The Traveling Ones - Sweet Old Aunt Eliza Lyrics

Sweet ol' Aunt Eliza don't know what she's saying
Learned to be a lady in a different time
Downs her third martini and rings for "the help"
She's just stuck in her ways

The patrons overhear her and try not to stare
The waiters can't believe her and give her a glare
I just sit here watching with my head in my hands
She's just stuck in her ways

Roll on Aunt Eliza, Roll on Aunt Eliza

I use my own discretion to soften the blow
She tells me not to question the things that she knows
Times are always changing but she stays in the past
She's just stuck in her ways

Roll on Aunt Eliza, Roll on Aunt Eliza

Can't understand what the problem is and what she's doing
Can't understand, it's what she's always done
So roll on Aunt Eliza
Roll on Aunt Eliza