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!