CHRISTMAS DINNER COUNTRY STYLE
As recorded by Bing Crosby
Songwriters: Ralph Freed, Grace Saxon

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.
Jane and Jonah, you too.
Hezekiah, go and get your brother,
Then fetch Amy and Sue.

Mother, mother, everybody's happy.
Got a reason to smile,
'Cause you know that I'm about to serve a
Christmas dinner country style.
(Christmas dinner country style)

Everybody sit an' bow your head.
We'll all say grace and then break bread.

Put your napkin on your lap
While Judd pours cider from the tap.

Oh, don't that turkey look divine?
Well, promenade it down the line.
Plenty of dark, we're long on white,
So allemande the platter to your right.

Now sashay along that country ham,
And double-sashay a marshmallow yam.
Swing to the left that chestnut stuffin',
And swing to the right a huckleberry muffin.

Time for your partner to reach across
And do-si-do the cranberry sauce.

Have another helpin', one and all,
And you and the rhubarb, swing to the ball.
Pass a little drumstick, if you please,
And promenade the pretty black-eyed peas.

When you're all sashay'd and do-si-do'd,
So much turkey you're 'bout to explode,
But you still gotta swing to the pickled quince.
Choose your pie: the pumpkin or mince.

Oh, the dinner was grand, to say the least,
So honor the lady who cooked the feast.

Mother, mother, thank you for the dinner.
All the fixin's were great.
Nothin' to it; mighty glad to do it,
Seein' how much you ate.

Jeremiah, go and get your fiddle.
Come on, father; let's dance.
I'm too full of turkey and the stuffin'.
I ain't takin' a chance.

It's a very, very merry Christmas.
Got a reason to smile.
Mother, mother, everybody loved your
Christmas dinner country style.
Christmas dinner country style.