Thanks-Thanks Mother Turkey

Intro

It's turkey time, y'all

Chorus

Turkey time, it's Thanksgiving day

What you eating, baby? What's on your tray?

A little drumstick, a little mashed potato

Put a lotta stuffing on your dinner plate, ooh

A little stuffing in your gravy boat

A little cranberry sauce up on your throat

A little cornbread in your tummy now

You can have some yams if you want 'em, ow, ow

A little cranberry sauce up on your throat

A little cornbread in your tummy now

You can have some yams if you want 'em, ow, ow

Verse 1

Now, look, uh, this is the day of the year when

Everybody loves to get together, eat dinner

It's just friends and family, uh

A feast for the senses, I'm blessed by Him and Her, see?

A holiday full of cheer, but for me, it's a nightmare

What's the difference between me and deer?

Somebody's gonna cook me up and eat me for dinner

A turkey and I're similar, huh? (Uh)

Look at me there on the table, I'm lookin' delicious

But I never wanted to be on the menu, I wish that you didn't

I wanna be the last thing you wish that you didn't

I'm stuffed with giblets and all that, like, "Where's my scissors?"

Verse 2

Uh, I'm cooked so I need some coolin' assistance

If you put me in the fridge, you'll see coldness and bitterness

I wish I could run away from this table

But I'm tied down, legs crossed and wishin' I was able

This is a fable, this is some fiction, I'm just playin', okay?

But seriously, let's get back to what I'm sayin'

This Thanksgiving I'm gonna stay in

Ain't gonna go to my uncle's house and hear him sayin', "Heyin'

Look who came to dine, you got time for us?

Lookin' plump and juicy, better get to stuffing"

Verse 3

'Fore somebody takes you out the oven

Slices you up and eats your guts and leaves you nothing"

"It's what we call a turkey bustin'"

I think I'll stay in the house, maybe just bust in, 'cause

I ain't tryna get roasted, toasted or butter-basted

Carved up and put on a plate then tasted

It's wasted, I hate it, don't even debate it

A lot of you turkeys deserve to be naked, naked

Chorus

A little drumstick, a little mashed potato

Put a lotta stuffing on your dinner plate, ooh

A little stuffing in your gravy boat

A little cranberry sauce up on your throat

A little cornbread in your tummy now

You can have some yams if you want 'em, ow, ow

A little cranberry sauce up on your throat

A little cornbread in your tummy now

You can have some yams if you want 'em, ow, ow

Verse 4

Uh, I'm so full, I can't even move

Got to get out of this room, got to get some food

Wait, I got the munchies, uh, I'm never satisfied

I need some more food to fill my appetite

Look, I'm like a cannibal, I'ma eat another bird

Don't listen to the nonsense, the nonsense that you heard

I'm not deranged, don't be alarmed or disturbed

Just 'cause you heard a rhyme doesn't mean you heard the word

Verse 5

First I'ma start with some appetizers

Then I'll proceed to eat the whole Thanksgiving dinner like a wiser

I'll have the potatoes and corn, the beans and peas

A plate of macaroni, a big bowl of broccoli

A big piece of pumpkin pie, chocolate brownie

A glass of whole milk, and some iced tea

I think I'll top it off with some chocolate chip cookies

A hot dog, a burger, and some cheese pocky

Verse 6

Some beef jerky, some chips and salsa

Some queso, crackers, some cheese and pasta

A banana, some apples, some orange slices

A turkey wrap with some extra friesies

A couple of chicken wings, a chicken breast

A few pieces of ribs, I'll take a dozen eggs

Some fried chicken, some fried catfish

A slice of pizza with extra anchovies, please

Chorus

A little drumstick, a little mashed potato

Put a lotta stuffing on your dinner plate, ooh

A little stuffing in your gravy boat

A little cranberry sauce up on your throat

A little cornbread in your tummy now

You can have some yams if you want 'em, ow, ow

A little cranberry sauce up on