Songtext von Thanksgiving

We gather together to ask the lord's blessing For turkey and dressing and cranberry sauce. It was slightly distressing but now we're convalescing So sing praises to his name and forget not to floss. Our nearest and dearest we don't want confessing It's sort of depressing to have them so near. Our feelings supressing for lightly acquiescing And perfectly professing we're glad they were here. We gathered together and got the lord's blessing Of course we're just guessing 'cause how can you tell? Our stomach's are bloating Our kidneys nearly floating Hellos are very nice but goodbyes can be swell