The Thanksgiving Theme - Gabe Dixon

There's still plenty of leaves Golden on the trees Hoodies, blue jeans and football Bonfires and school nights Scarecrows and hay rides It's fall everywhere except the mall I don't want to hear about Santa Claus coming No silver bells or a dozen drummers drumming I don't want to see an inflatable nothing Till the day after Thanksgiving (And not a day early) Don't plug in those electric candles Or dangle those stockings from the living room mantle Those tangled up lights are more than I can handle Till the day after Thanksgiving Then, oh, let it snow Go and tell everyone you know That Christmas is here Every day between now and new year Don't deck the halls with the tinsel or the holly You can make me grumpy, but you can't make me jolly Elves don't even make curly-head dollies Till the day after Thanksgiving Then, oh, let it snow Christmas card, everyone you know Then pour on the cheer Every day between now and new year I want the cookies and the mistletoe kissing Angel on top of a tall tree glisten Wrap it all up in a pretty red ribbon The day after Thanksgiving (You can put antlers on your car for all I care) As long as it's the day after Thanksgiving

Uh... hello? I dot all my Is with pink hearts Filled up a notebook with names from the past Look up at the sky and all I see is stars One more movie to play in my head to make the time pass And I get stuck in my head Where everything's perfect all the time Talking to my reflection all alone what a loser and so I Walk past your window and flutter my eyes But you don't see me so I just sigh *Sigh* Call me, lover I'm a sucker I always stutter 'Cause I'm a sucker Sucker Call me, lover 'Cause I am a, oh I'm a sucker Dinner for two at the restaurant But I'm all by myself so I eat the whole lot And they all look confused while I talk to your chair And a sip of your wine and I'm losing my head I get stuck in my head Where everything's perfect all the time Talking to my reflection all alone what a loser and so I Walk past your window and flutter my eyes But you don't see me so I just sigh *Sigh* Call me, lover I'm a sucker I always stutter 'Cause I'm a sucker Sucker Call me, lover 'Cause I am a, oh I'm a You stare straight right through my head so I should focus on myself You stare straight right through my (Call me a lover but I'm just a sucker, yeah I always stutter 'cause I'm just a sucker, oh) I should focus on myself (Call me a lover but I'm just a sucker, yeahI always stutter 'cause I'm just a sucker, oh) Walk past your window and flutter my eyes But you don't! Oh! Call me, lover I'm a sucker I always s-s-stutter 'Cause I'm a sucker (I'm a sucker) Sucker Call me, lover 'Cause I am a, oh I'm a, oh I'm a (sucker) Sucker Sucker Call me, lover 'Cause I am a, oh I'm a sucker

I said are you ready Uh, Yeah, hey Come on, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Let's do it Are you ready Whoa-whoa-yeah Whoa-whoa-yeah All my ladies Lets do it Come on I know the girls inside there wanna get on with the ladies, But there are always fellas there to stir and make you crazy, They try to get you flaky Can't find no buts no maybes, You think that girl's a traitor, But that man's the instigator Turning up with your jewellery on, Making moves with your lipstick on, Want some of that cushy stuff, Whoa---whoa-ooh Lets jump when the music's on, All my girls living up till dawn, Want a little bit sing this song, Whoa-whoa-ooh Why do you think that every girl out theres your enemy, You're looking at her with the green eyed filled with jealousy It's not the way its supposed to be, So c'mon ladies dance with me, And I'll tell ya, No, n-n-n-n-n-no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO Turing up with your jewellery on (Oh yeah) Making moves with your lipstick on, Want some of that cushy stuff, Whoa---whoa-ooh Lets jump when the music's on, All my girls living up till dawn, Want a little bit sing this song, Whoa-whoa-ooh Whoa Mmm Feel the rhythm in your body, Gotta lose control, All the ladies get together, We'll be on a roll, Feel it in your soul, If you wanna get on down, Then its time to look around, We're all the same, Yeah You gotta think about it, You're beating up yourself (Yeah yeah yeah) Turing up with your jewellery on Making moves with your lipstick on, Want some of that cushy stuff, Whoa---whoa-ooh Lets jump when the music's on, All my girls living up till dawn, Want a little bit sing this song, Whoa-whoa-ooh Turing up with your jewellery on Making moves with your lipstick on, Want some of that cushy stuff, Whoa-whoa-ooh Lets jump when the music's on, All my girls living up till dawn, Want a little bit sing this song, Whoa-whoa-ooh Whoa-Whoa-Yeah Whoa-Whoa-Yeah Want some of that cushy stuff (Whoa Whoa Ooh) Whoa-Whoa-Yeah Whoa-Whoa-Yeah One of them better sing this song