We gather together to ask the lord's blessing
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For turkey and dressing and cranberry sauce.
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It was slightly distressing but now we're convalescing
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So sing praises to his name and forget not to floss.
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Our nearest and dearest we don't want confessing
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It's sort of depressing to have them so near.
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Our feelings supressing for lightly acquiescing
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And perfectly professing we're glad they were here.
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We gathered together and got the lord's blessing
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Of course we're just guessing 'cause how can you tell?
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Our stomach's are bloating
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Our kidneys nearly floating
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Hellos are very nice but goodbyes can be swell
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Thanksgiving
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| Tom Lehrer |
