Thanksgiving's here again
It seems like yesterday
That we were at Aunt Martha's

For a jolly holiday
Who could forget it?
The way he packed that food away

It must take 50 plates to feed my brother.

Heap on the squash, Josh

Slice up the Spam, Sam
Pass me that salt, Walt
And then cut me some meat.

I need some fried dough, Joe.
So get it over here, pronto.
And then you better step back, Jack,

And watch me eat.

I love him dearly,

I don't want him to be hurt.
But we'd be saying grace,
And he'd be halfway through dessert.

And it's pathetic,
The way he dribbles on shirt.
It's always 50 plates to feed my brother.


Big fat steak, Jake.
Chicken pot pie, Guy.

Slab of cheese, please.
And a root beer float.
Let go the fork, dork.

Get away from that roast pork.
Say goodbye to that bird, nerd.
It's going down my throat.


So grab another plate, Nate.
Open up the fridge, Midge.

Dish out the spud, Bud.
And make room for me.
If I'm a little uncouth, Ruth,

It's cause I got me a sweet tooth.
Together again, Ben,
Thanksgiving and me.


Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmmmm.
That sho' is tasty.