Gettin’ TWurkey
In honor of Thanksgiving, I created a song for you ...
Twurkey - A Thanksgiving Pun Parody Song 🎶
(Sung to the tune of ‘A Bar Song (Tipsy)’ by Shaboozie)
[V1:]
My auntie's got the stuffing, she’s been bragging all week long
Yams and jams and casseroles, the spread is lookin’ strong
The brussel sprouts are poppin’, oven’s workin’ way too hard
I ain’t worried 'bout leftovers—gonna eat 'em all tomorrow, uh
[Pre-Chorus]
Yum, here comes the two mac ‘n’ cheeses and the gourds,
I’m comin’ up for seconds, we got plenty more,
Make some room on gramma’s table, we don’t need a dance floor
What a, smorgasbord.
[CHORUS]
Someone pour me up a cup of cider
I got a move for when your waistband’s gets tighter
Drop it low, slow your rolls make it perky
E’ery body in the kitchen gettin’ twurkey.
[V2:]
I’ve been bakin’ since last night
That ham salad don’t taste right
Dad asks can I get a bite? (No more!)
Woke up hungry 12pm
Family’s comin’, bring a friend
she got pie and it’s pumpkin (Bring more!)
[Pre-Chorus]
Yum, here comes the two mac ‘n’ cheeses and the gourds
I’m comin’ up for seconds, we got plenty more,
Make some room on gramma’s table, we don’t need a dance floor
Oh my, back’s sore.
[CHORUS]
Someone pour me up a cup of cider
I got a move for when your waistband’s gets tighter
Drop it low, slow your rolls make it perky
E’ery body in the kitchen gettin’ twurkey!
Yum, here comes the two mac ‘n’ cheeses and the gourds,
I’m comin’ up for seconds, we got plenty more,
Make some room on gramma’s table, we don’t need a dance floor
What a, smorgasbord.
[CHORUS]
Someone pour me up a cup of cider
I got a move for when your waistband’s gets tighter
Drop it low, slow your rolls make it perky
E’ery body in the kitchen gettin’ twurkey.
[Verse 2]
I’ve been bakin’ since last night
That ham salad don’t taste right
Dad asks can I get a bite? (No more!)
Woke up hungry 12pm
Family’s comin’, bring a friend
she got pie and it’s pumpkin (Bring more!)
[Pre-Chorus]
Yum, here comes the two mac ‘n’ cheeses and the gourds
I’m comin’ up for seconds, we got plenty more,
Make some room on gramma’s table, we don’t need a dance floor
Oh my, back’s sore.
[CHORUS]
Someone pour me up a cup of cider
I got a move for when your waistband’s gets tighter
Drop it low, slow your rolls make it perky
E’ery body in the kitchen gettin’ twurkey!
