Thanksgiving — текст песни (Tom Lehrer)

We gather together to ask the lords blessing

For turkey and dressing and cranberry sauce.

It was slightly distressing but now were convalescing

So sing praises to his name and forget not to floss.

Our nearest and dearest we dont want confessing

Its sort of depressing to have them so near.

Our feelings supressing for lightly acquiescing

And perfectly professing were glad they were here.

We gathered together and got the lords blessing

Of course were just guessing cause how can you tell?

Our stomachs are bloating

Our kidneys nearly floating

Hellos are very nice but goodbyes can be swell