Birds

Parody Performed By: Gary Hermann

Original Song: "Words" by The Monkees

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Mom, don't you know every year you go out buyin'?
(Fill the fridge full of food for baking or fryin')
Vow I won't overeat but I know I'm lyin'
(Get so stuffed every year that I feel like dyin')

Ohhhh, can't turn away
Ohhhh, here on this holiday, we fill our plates
And we all start to chowin' on

Birds that never once flew
Now are a meal for me and for you
Birds with bread inside
And gravy on the side
And perhaps a ham, too

Mom, don't you know that this feast just has me gawkin'
(Ate so much I don't think I'll soon be walkin')
I've had some of everything and I really feel it
(I'll keep on eating food until you conceal it)

Mom, you're such a dear
We, we gather every year, from far and near
For Thanksgiving cheer and those

Birds that never once flew
Filling up me and filling up you
Birds with bread inside
My mouth is open wide
For some pumpkin pie too (aaah)

Hope that Tums are near
Now, now though my gut's a sphere, I persevere
My fork keeps on spearing those

Birds that never once flew
Giving their all for me and for you
Birds with bread inside
Potatoes on the side
That we all tear into

Birds that never once flew
Later this week it's turkey fondue
Birds with bread inside
For weeks it will provide
And tomorrow it's stew

Birds that never once flew
They're giving us all a tryptophan snooze