Lyrics Christmas Dinner, Country Style - 2006 Digital Remaster - Bing Crosby

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

Oh, everybody's sittin', bow your head
We'll all say Grace and then break bread
Put your napkin on your lap
While John pours cider from the tap

Oh, don't that turkey look divine
We'll 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 marshmallow yams
Swing to the left, and test that 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 in the room might swing to the ball
Pass a little drumsteak, if you please
And promenade the pretty black-eyed peas

When you all sashay and do si do
So much turkey, you're about to explode
But you still gotta swing to the pickle twist
Choose your pie

Oh dinner was grand, to say the least
So honour the lady who cooked the beast

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 the stuffin'
I ain't takin' 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