Mother, mother, let's eat
Hold your horses, got a million courses
And I'm fixin' a treat
Jeremiah, go and help your mother
Jay and Jonah, you too
Ezachiah, go and get your brother
Then fetch Jamie and Sue
Mother, mother, everybody's happy
Got a reason to smile
`Cause you know that I'm about to servin'
Christmas dinner country style
Christmas dinner country style
Everybody's sittin' by your head
We'll all say praise and then break bread
Put your napkin on your lap
While [?] is sided from the tap
Oh don't that turkey look divine
We'll promenade it down the line
Plenty off duck, well long [?] on white
So [?] plant it to your right
Now the sachet [?] hello met country ham
And double-sachet [?] ham
Swing to the left, and test that stuffin'
And swing to the right, a Huckleberry muffin
Time for your partner to reach across
And dosey-dose the cranberry sauce
Have another helpin' [?] one and all
And you in the roomer [?], swing to the ball
Pass a little rumsteak, if you please
And promenade the pretty bag-eyed [?] beast
When you all say cheese, dosey-dose
So much's turkey is about to explode
But you still gotta swing to the pickle twist
Choose your pie [?]
Oh dinner was grand, to say the least
So honour the lady who cooked the beast
Mother, mother, thank you for the dinner
All the fixin's were great
Nothin' to it, mighty glad to do it
Seeing how much you ate
Jeremiah, go and get your dinner
Come on father, let's eat [?]
I'm too full of turkey and
Mother, mother, everybody's starvin' Mother, mother, let's eat Hold your horses, got a million courses And I'm fixin' a treat Jeremiah, go and help your mother Jay and Jonah, you too Ezachiah, go and get your brother Then fetch Jamie and Sue Mother, mother, everybody's happy Got a reason to smile `Cause you know that I'm about to servin' Christmas dinner country style Christmas dinner country style Everybody's sittin' by your head We'll all say praise and then break bread Put your napkin on your lap While [?] is sided from the tap Oh don't that turkey look divine We'll promenade it down the line Plenty off duck, well long [?] on white So [?] plant it to your right Now the sachet [?] hello met country ham And double-sachet [?] ham Swing to the left, and test that stuffin' And swing to the right, a Huckleberry muffin Time for your partner to reach across And dosey-dose the cranberry sauce Have another helpin' [?] one and all And you in the roomer [?], swing to the ball Pass a little rumsteak, if you please And promenade the pretty bag-eyed [?] beast When you all say cheese, dosey-dose So much's turkey is about to explode But you still gotta swing to the pickle twist Choose your pie [?] Oh dinner was grand, to say the least So honour the lady who cooked the beast Mother, mother, thank you for the dinner All the fixin's were great Nothin' to it, mighty glad to do it Seeing how much you ate Jeremiah, go and get your dinner Come on father, let's eat [?] I'm too full of turkey and Explain Request ×
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