Mother, Mother, everybody's starving
Mother, motherLet'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
Ho! Everbody sit and bow your heads
We'll all say grace and then break bread
La, la, la, lala, la, la
Put your napkin on your lap
While Jud 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 the chestnut stuffin'
And a'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
Well you've all sashayed and do-si-doed
So much turkey you're 'bout to explode
But you've still got to swing to the pickled quince
Choose your pieeither punkin or mince
Ho! 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 fixins were great
Nothin' to it, mightly glad to do it
Seein' how much you ate!
Jeremiah, go and get your fiddle
Come on, Father, let's dance
I'm too full of turkey and the stuffing
I ain't takin' a chance
It's a very, very merry Christmas
Got a reason to smile
Mother, Mother, everybody loved your
Christmas dinner country style
Christmas dinner country style