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Bing Crosby - Christmas Dinner, Country Style

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

Jane and Jonah, you too

Hezekiah, go and get your brother

Then fetch Amy and Sue

Mother, mother, everybody's happy

Got a reason to smile

'Cause you know that I'm about to serve a

Christmas dinner country style

Christmas dinner country style

Everybody sit and bow your head

We'll all say grace and then break bread

Put your napkin on your lap

While Judd pours cider from the tap

Oh don't that turkey look divine

Well promenade it down the line

Plenty of dark, we're long on white

So allemande the platter to your right

Now sashay along that country ham

And double-sashay the marshmallow yams

Swing to the left some chestnut stuffin'

And swing to the right a huckleberry muffin

Time for your partner to reach across

And do-si-do the cranberry sauce

Have another helpin' one and all

And you and the rhubarb swing to the wall

Pass a little drumstick, if you please

And promenade the pretty black-eyed peas

When you've all sashayed and do-si-doed

So much turkey you're 'bout to explode

But you still gotta swing to the pickled quince

Choose your pie either pumpkin or mince

Oh the dinner was grand, to say the least

So honor the lady who cooked the feast

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 fiddle

Come on Father, let's dance

I'm too full of turkey and of stuffin'

I ain't taking a chance

It's a very merry, merry Christmas

Got a reason to smile

Mother, Mother everybody loved

Your Christmas dinner country style

Christmas dinner country style!