Lyrics

Grits and giggles, get on board! Head on down to ol' St. George. Ain't nothing like grits, they grow by the acre, that Great Grit's Festival, made by Quaker! When I'm havin' breakfast, don't serve me taters! It's gotta be grits, sooner, not later. Have 'em with shrimp, have 'em eggs, cook 'em in the morning, make everyone beg! Grits, don't know whether to eat 'em or oll 'em. Sometimes we ca't decide, so we just do both 'em. (donut for voice-over) Grits and giggles, get on board! Head on down to ol' St. George. Ain't nothing like grits, they grow by the acre that Great Grit's Festival, made by Quaker!