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