Words and Music by Mike Cionni

LYRICS:

Thanksgiving Day, late in November

I’ll put on some khaki pants, and I’ll say grace just this one time

A harsh world outside, but it’s good in the kitchen

Stuffing always makes me think of Frank Sinatra

He’s alright…

Hey, Hey, what do you say after this we all go down to the water

I’ve got a bottle or two; something to do after all that food

May I please be excused Mama?

Cranberry sauce, garlic potatoes

Turkey smothered in a gravy mother made just yesterday

Candles are lit. People are smiling.

Creme brulee is in the fridge waiting for us to finish

Hey, Hey, what do you say after this we all go down to the water

I’ve got a bottle or two; something to do after all that food

May I please be excused Mama?

Am I being so rude Mama?

I said I’m thankful for you Mama,

And that’s what really counts