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!
