Christmas Dinner Country Style lyrics

Mother, mother, everybody's starvin'<br />
Mother, mother, let's eat<br />
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Hold your horses, got a million courses<br />
And I'm fixin' a treat<br />
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Jeremiah, go and help your mother<br />
Jay and Jonah, you too<br />
Ezachiah, go and get your brother<br />
Then fetch Jamie and Sue<br />
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Mother, mother, everybody's happy<br />
Got a reason to smile<br />
<br />
`Cause you know that I'm about to servin'<br />
Christmas dinner country style<br />
Christmas dinner country style<br />
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Everybody's sittin' by your head<br />
We'll all say praise and then break bread<br />
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Put your napkin on your lap<br />
While (?) is sided from the tap<br />
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Oh don't that turkey look divine<br />
We'll promenade it down the line<br />
Plenty off duck, well long (?) on white<br />
So (?) plant it to your right<br />
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Now the sachet (?) hello met country ham<br />
And double-sachet (?) ham<br />
Swing to the left, and test that stuffin'<br />
And swing to the right, a Huckleberry muffin<br />
<br />
Time for your partner to reach across<br />
And dosey-dose the cranberry sauce<br />
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Have another helpin' (?) one and all<br />
And you in the roomer (?), swing to the ball<br />
Pass a little rumsteak, if you please<br />
And promenade the pretty bag-eyed (?) beast<br />
<br />
When you all say cheese, dosey-dose<br />
So much's turkey is about to explode<br />
But you still gotta swing to the pickle twist<br />
Choose your pie (?)<br />
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Oh dinner was grand, to say the least<br />
So honour the lady who cooked the beast<br />
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Mother, mother, thank you for the dinner<br />
All the fixin's were great<br />
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Nothin' to it, mighty glad to do it<br />
Seeing how much you ate<br />
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Jeremiah, go and get your dinner<br />
Come on father, let's eat (?)<br />
<br />
I'm too full of turkey and
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