Bing Crosby Christmas Dinner Country Style Lyrics

Christmas Dinner Country Style Lyrics

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