We gather together
For yams, beans and cranberry sauce
But have you given much thought lately
To the turkey holocaust
Twenty million turkeys
Slaughtered every fall
Ain't no difference 'tween Hitler, Stalin,
And the folks at Butterball, Butterball
So set your tables, America
From Birmingham to Branson
But when you carve that turkey
You're a finger-licking Charlie Manson
Enjoy your pumpkin pie,
Your buttery Idaho spuds
Grandma's chestnut stuffing
And a turkey basted in blood
Basted in blood
(repeat Basted in Blood numerous times, mixed with an occasional
"cranberry sauce" or "turkey", etc.)
