Thanksgiving Rap Teresa Jennings

Music K-8, Vol. 3, Num.2© 1992 Plank Road Publishing

All Rights Reserved.Used with permission.

PowerPoint by Camille Page

The turkeys in the oven. You can bet that I am

loving all the good things that are cooking and are

looking so fine.

The relatives are everywhere- in the

kitchen, in the chairs- with their noses in the air,

they’re waiting for the sign.

The T.V. is a blaring, lots of guys are sitting,

staring, wanting football to begin and the marching

bands to go away.

The ladies mostly hustle in the thick

of all the bustle, and the kids are being cool Thanksgiving Day.

Yum, yum. Put it in my tummy,

say yum, yum. I’m a turkey gourmet.

Yum, yum. Put it in my tummy,

say yum, yum. Thanksgiving Day.

The turkey’s on the table, now we’re willing and we’re able to begin this

awesome feast that’s going to satisfy.

Pass the mashed potatoes, pass the gravy, pass the dressing; heap it on but leave some room for

all that righteous pumpkin pie.

Everyone is moaning, they are groaning, they are crying ‘cause they didn’t have the will to push their

plates away.

Now they’re all asleep around the room all in a heap, except the kids-

they’re being cool. Thanksgiving Day.

Yum, yum. Put it in my tummy,

say yum, yum. I’m a turkey gourmet.

Yum, yum. Put it in my tummy,

say yum, yum. Thanksgiving Day.

Yum, yum. Put it in my tummy,

say yum, yum. I’m a turkey gourmet.

Yum, yum. Put it in my tummy,

say yum, yum. Thanksgiving Day.