The Thanksgiving Song

Some of you may recall being offended by my Fourth of July Song, "Happy Happy Firecracker" last year. Some of you may have even seen the dance that goes with it.


Now, in the same fine tradition, I bring you another kid's song. Words and melody (though not terribly original) brought to you by me, Laurel Snyder.


I get all the hatemail.


And if anyone out there owns a kid's music company and wants to produce me, I have a ton of material. Snicker...


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The Thanksgiving song

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The pilgrims sat down with their friends, who were red
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And painted with feathers all stuck to their heads.
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The redskins brought turkey and yellow corn bread
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But in a few years all the redskins were dead.


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O— in a few years all the redskins were dead!


The pilgrims wore hats with big buckles and boots
And they taught all the Injuns to buckle and shoot.
See, the Injuns were shootless and bootless, in huts.
But they learned about boots when the boots kicked their butts.


Yes— they learned about boots when the boots kicked their butts!


But hey, it’s Thanksgiving, November and cold.
And Grandma’s made pies and a green Jell-O mold.
So we’ll fight with our mothers til somebody cries
While we gnaw on a bird too stupid to fly.


O—we’ll gnaw on a bird too stupid to fly!


So here’s to Thanksgiving, and redskins and stuffing.
And here’s to our country, since there’s almost nothing.
A person can do ‘bout the sick voting skams
I’ll deal with tomorrow, now pass me some yams.


O— Lord help this nation, now pass me some yams!