| 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 | 
| Jay and Jonah, you too | 
| Ezachiah, go and get your brother | 
| Then fetch Jamie and Sue | 
| Mother, mother, everybody’s happy | 
| Got a reason to smile | 
| `Cause you know that I’m about to servin' | 
| Christmas dinner country style | 
| Christmas dinner country style | 
| Everybody’s sittin' by your head | 
| We’ll all say praise and then break bread | 
| Put your napkin on your lap | 
| While (?) is sided from the tap | 
| Oh don’t that turkey look divine | 
| We’ll promenade it down the line | 
| Plenty off duck, well long (?) on white | 
| So (?) plant it to your right | 
| Now the sachet (?) hello met country ham | 
| And double-sachet (?) ham | 
| Swing to the left, and test that stuffin' | 
| And swing to the right, a Huckleberry muffin | 
| Time for your partner to reach across | 
| And dosey-dose the cranberry sauce | 
| Have another helpin' (?) one and all | 
| And you in the roomer (?), swing to the ball | 
| Pass a little rumsteak, if you please | 
| And promenade the pretty bag-eyed (?) beast | 
| When you all say cheese, dosey-dose | 
| So much’s turkey is 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 dinner | 
| Come on father, let’s eat (?) | 
| I’m too full of turkey and |