Bob Rivers 50 Plates To Feed My Brother Lyrics

50 Plates To Feed My Brother lyrics

Thanksgiving's here again
It seems like yesterday
That we were at Aunt Martha's
For a jolly holiday
Who could forget it?
The way he packed that food away
It must take 50 plates to feed my brother

Heap on the squash, Josh
Slice up the Spam, Sam
Pass me that salt, Walt
And then cut me some meat
I need some fried dough, Joe
So get it over here, pronto
And then you better step back, Jack
And watch me eat

I love him dearly
I don't want him to be hurt
But we'd be saying grace
And he'd be halfway through dessert
And it's pathetic
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The way he dribbles on shirt
It's always 50 plates to feed my brother

Big fat steak, Jake
Chicken pot pie, guy
Slab of cheese, please
And a root beer float
Let go the fork, dork
Get away from that roast pork
Say goodbye to that bird, nerd
It's going down my throat

So grab another plate, Nate
Open up the fridge, Midge
Dish out the spud, Bud
And make room for me
If I'm a little uncouth, Ruth
It's 'cause I got me a sweet tooth
Together again, Ben
Thanksgiving and me

Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmm
That sho' is tasty

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