I got the post turkey blues, Thanksgiving is past and gone. The family has left and I'm own my own. Theres gravy on my shoes, I wonder what went wrong, and that's why I'm writing this song. I got the post turkey blues.
The turkey was was burnt, potatos were lumpy, Grandmas feelings were hurt, and Grandpa was grumpy. Billy didn't like green beans, LuAnne spilled her drink, a house full of teens, and my wife didn't know what to think. We got through our meal all joyeous with love. What an ordeal, It's over. I thank God from above.