Lyrics:
Full steam ahead come what mayYou get the world that you make they sayChop up the wood and bale hayNow that it's almost Thanksgiving DayThe kids come and go with their thingsWe sit and polish our wedding ringsThe forecast snow on the wayJust in time for Thanksgiving DayOut on the street some fool crashedDrinking port wine and sour mashThat's one man who can sayNo thanks Thanksgiving DayI'm bone weary, I'm bone tiredThe wood stove's last spark just expiredDawn's about one hour awayAnd it's almost Thanksgiving Day