Thanksgiving Theme Instrumental Version Ringtones

It's perfect, okay Mac and cheese up in the oven' grandma finished cookin' Thanksgiving 'round the corner' need banana pudding Brought you home to mama even though you said I shouldn't Might not make it to Christmas But I'm hoping and I'm pushing for a better day A good day in the making' but you never stay I could say that you fakin' on the real, huh, nigga Why you fakin' on the real? (Uh, yeah, yeah) You see I brought you home to mama Introduced you to my cousins Met my aunties and my uncles Know they crazy, they be buggin' but Promise that I got you, didn't bring you here for nothin' Know we fightin', plus the arguments just lead into the fuckin' Though some things never rearrange, I know we needin' change Altogether through a deeper lane, come through, release the pain I can be your ibuprofen, keep it real what I be hopin' Know you see all of it's destined, yeah, our shit was highly chosen By the universe, the stars align, your love is far divine Plus I'm really glad you keep it G, that shit is hard to find Not to mention my intentions was always evolving time Girl, I hope I'm in your future 'cause I know you fall in mine, uh Mac and cheese up in the oven, grandma finished cookin' Thanksgiving 'round the corner, need banana pudding Brought you home to mama even though you said I shouldn't Might not make it to Christmas But I'm hoping and I'm pushing for a better day A good day in the making, but you never stay I could say that you fakin' on the real, huh, nigga Why you fakin' on the real? (Yeah, yeah) You see I've always been an overthinker I've always been the type to analyze To no surprise that you hold the team up The way this ship was built, there's no way that the loads could sink us A humble shawty, model type, walking Vogue demeanor But anyway, through many days We on the block where Jenny stays Honey baked ham with Henny glaze Abraham inheritance, shawty, we plenty paid Bonnie Clyde high speed chase, a renegade, but Mac and cheese up in the oven, grandma finished cookin' Thanksgiving 'round the corner, need banana pudding Brought you home to mama even though you said I shouldn't Might not make it to Christmas But I'm hoping and I'm pushing for a better day A good day in the making, but you never stay I could say that you fakin' on the real, huh, nigga Why you fakin' on the real? (Yeah)

Grateful for each hand we hold Gathered 'round this table From far and near we travel home Blessed that we are able Grateful for this sheltered place With light in every window Saying, "Welcome, welcome, share this feast Come in away from sorrow" Father, mother, daughter, son Neighbor, friend and friendless All together everyone In the gift of loving kindness Grateful for what's understood And all that is forgiven We try so hard to be good To lead a life worth living Father, mother, daughter, son Neighbor, friend and friendless All together everyone Let grateful days be endless Grateful for each hand we hold Gathered 'round this table

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

Yeah, this for all the plugs I met Uh-huh, and the trenches You can't forget the trenches too (La música de Harry Fraud) Yo You anything like me, them hand to hand sales made you (uh-huh) I'm one of them hustlers you gotta tell thank you (say thank you) Got advice from my dawg, I accept it 'cause it's love He said, "We did the work, you givin' too much credit to the plug" That was us on that corner, Montana and Genesee (aight) When niggas couldn't sell it theyself, they was hittin' me (hitters) I was one call away, I pull up with the drugs with me And you don't know the pressure of owin' the plug 50 Got a jail call, he told me, "Stay dangerous, take it easy" Was in the day room and couldn't believe he seen me on TV He spent money on his bitch every time he got work through (I remember that) Caught seven years, and she only visited the first two, damn Rappers in my genre wanna be me still (I know) I'm too far ahead, it's easy to feel like I'm cheatin' when I read these deals You talk and you live like this, it's gon' make them hate you This what fueled them to get off they ass, I made 'em greater You should thank me, nigga (Y'all niggas can't tell me what I should do, ah) Tell me thank you (just think) Y'all niggas should tell me thank you (I gave y'all niggas something to watch, something to look forward to) You should thank me, nigga, you should thank me Somebody tell me thank you (got they homeboys in jail fucked up) Y'all niggas should tell me thank you Somebody tell me thank you You should thank me, you should thank me At the table, rackin' my brain like "How I'm back in the game?" (how this shit happen?) Went and did that lil' bid, now my hoes ain't actin' the same (damn) Stressin', I did them sentences without stackin' no change Gettin' high inside, knowin' my pride ain't matchin' my wage Let me take you back to that blue building, back in the day Where I trapped them two for 15s, plus that was my age From that lil' stage, two or three years, I mastered my ways (uh-huh) We'd be the Jacksons of yay if they gave out plaques for the game Let me take you back to that lil' pot, that lil' flame Brick to a sports agency (uh-huh), we respect grindin' I'm signin' offensive linemen and BMX riders You want a meeting with BSF, then be a check writer (ha-ha-ha) In therapy, learnin' to walk again, four of them in a 'Rari They shot me, I'm back cocky in the jewelry that I bought again (pussy) They want me to post when I slide, they say I'm gangster Trust me, it won't make Instagram, it's gon' make the papers Thank us (ah) Tell me thank you Y'all niggas should tell me thank you (tell me thank you, nigga) You should thank me, nigga (nah), you should thank me Somebody tell me thank you (fuck you gon' tell me, huh?) Y'all niggas should tell me thank you (ah) Somebody tell me thank you

Everybody was ecstatic 'Bout the light show on the farm And everyone got crazy And nobody got harmed And the five televisions Huge upon the stage Had come to pay their union dues And make a living wage And the bathroom was the clubhouse Where the colors all got made And plans were cast in feathers For the Thanksgiving Day Parade And the DJ spins his records From here out to the sun And he flings them through a big hole In the ozone one by one And somewhere beyond Mercury The wax begins to melt And we touched a perfect stranger And we loved the way it felt And we all hung together In our crew cuts and our braids Floating down Broadway Above the Thanksgiving Day Parade And you and I were discussing Natalie As you poised to thrust above her And I told you how I admire her And will always need to love her And I told you how I lost My best friend Mr. Neill And we slowly started dancing And began slowly to heal And then we all held hands And no one was afraid On our way to sell our sculptures At the Thanksgiving Day Parade And Michelangelo finally came down After 4 years on the ceiling He said he'd lost his funding And the paint had started peeling And he told us that his patron His Holiness, the Pope Was demanding productivity With which our friend just couldn't cope And he rode off on his skateboard With his brushes and his blade Muttering something 'bout some food And the Thanksgiving Day Parade And we were born in one millennium And will die in the next Are slightly underappreciated And slightly oversexed And as the seconds and the minutes Start to vanish one by one I'm watching more cartoons As I get my toenails done And we went downtown to deliver Turkeys to people with AIDS And then we headed uptown To the Thanksgiving Day Parade And the music keeps on grinding And the electrophonic crunch And my father's hair is thinning And my mom ate some for lunch And you, you were my babysitter And you let me break my tooth And we sit here tied together In a bar in the back booth And the band is in an uproar Only the drum machine's been paid And we'll have to bring our own tunes To the Thanksgiving Day Parade Australians are the coolest People in the world Let's all go down under With strings of colored pearls And lay them at the feet Of the heirs of English crime And listen to old Men At Work And have a real good time And we dug until we hit the rocks Then we threw away the spade And built a platform to get a better view Of the Thanksgiving Day Parade And I love whoever's next to me I love them so, so much They let me lean against them Like a beautiful crutch And everyone should come up On the stage and grab the mic And tell us one by one Who they are and what they like And the babies are the only ones To have lately gotten laid And I'm feeling young and eager For the Thanksgiving Day Parade And you explained to me that without your fans You'd be back out on the street With nothing but chitlins on your plate And splinters in your feet And if you die, you're gone you said And your friends are left behind And you'll be a statistic And we'll be deaf and blind And darkness is a virtue And molasses is not afraid To slow down the countdown To the Thanksgiving Day Parade And somewhere in the distance An orchestra shows its face With Natalie on the oboe Ty on double bass John plays the viola Slik, the tenor sax James he blows harmonica In vanilla skintight slacks Hugo oozes alto sax Ivory, the trombone Masuda squawks the trumpet Andre, xylophone Ron, he shreds the violin In a green Italian suit Mike talks on the telephone On a tape with an endless loop Geoff he blows the clarinet With an old-time rockin' feel Charlie dings the triangle Dave, the glockenspiel Chris puffs on the tuba H, a big bass drum Alfonso throbs the cello Like he would a woman, with his thumb And high up on the podium In tails with his baton poised Banksy leads the orchestra In a glorious, awful noise And on a float of dripping oil paint The orchestra, it played Kissing the whole universe In the Thanksgiving Day Parade And life is like a fairy tale Every step feels like a dream That keeps on getting nearer And more and more extreme And we just got switched with Venus And we're closer to the sun And I got no problem with it Nor should anyone And the cops just blew on in here And we're in some kind of raid I just hope they will release us For the Thanksgiving Day Parade

広場に はためいた万国旗 my town 今年も 小麦が獲れました good job Let's clap your hands いざ 踊り踊ろうよ リズムに合わせて さぁ 歌い歌おうよ ワインを飲みほし 花火が 山々に鳴り響く my town 今年も 神様に感謝して good day Hold tight your hand いざ 踊り踊ろうよ 老いも若きも さぁ 笑い笑おうよ 今日はThanksgiving Day Let's clap your hands いざ 踊り踊ろうよ 私を見てね さぁ 踊り踊ろうよ 去年より綺麗？ また 雪が積もったら 逢いに行けない ねぇ 春になったなら 暮らしてみない？ いざ 踊り踊ろうよ リズムに合わせて さぁ 笑い笑おうよ アリガトウ

We've come to the time in the season When family and friends gather near To offer a prayer of Thanksgiving For blessings we've known through the year To join hands and thank the creator And now when Thansgiving is due This year when I count my blessings I'm thanking the Lord He made you I'm grateful for the laughter of children The sun and the wind and the rain The color of blue in your sweet eyes The sight of a high ball and train The moon rise over a prairie Old love that you've made new This year when I count my blessings I'm thanking the lord He made you And when the time comes to be going It won't be in sorrow and tear I'll kiss you goodbye and I'll go on my way Grateful for all of the years I thank for all that you gave me For teaching me what love can do Thanksgiving day for the rest of my life I'm thanking the Lord He made you Thanksgiving day for the rest of my life I'm thanking the Lord He made you