Chistmas Dinner - Tennessee Ernie Ford

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