I was pourin’ what was left out of the gravy boat,
While mama cleared pots and pans off of our old stove,

Papa would eat whatever he could-
Of the Turkey and the Dressin’,
and… everything good,
Except for… giblets, yams, and peas
All the food was gobbled down,
Except for giblets, yams, and peas
And every time we looked around,
Everything else was gobbled down.

Picked up a plate by the a Cornucopia,
Gave thanks for the holiday meal,

All the fixings - were almost ^gone^!
Rolls were almost empty…
And papa woulda shot you-
if you took the last one.

Giblets, yams, and peas….
All the food was gobbled down,
Except for Giblets, yams, and peas,
And every time we looked around,
Everything else was gobbled down.

Mamas bread puddin’-
Always does well,
With its smooth southern style,
Three Prunes later,
Pa’s a guy in trouble,
And I haven’t seen him,
For a while, oh-
I haven’t seen him,
For a while, oh-

I was pourin’ what was left out of the gravy boat,
Mama cleared pots and pans off the stove,
Papa would eat whatever he could…
Of the Turkey and the Dressin’-
and everything good,
Except for giblets, yams, and peas…
All the food was gobbled down,
Except for giblets, yams, and peas…
And every time we looked around,
Everything else was gobbled down.

Except for giblets, yams, and peas,
All the food was gobbled down,
Except for giblets, yams, and peas…
And every time we looked around,
Everything else was gobbled down.