Franksgiving

from Miigwetch by Ross Brunetti

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lyrics

Football rivalries heed my concern
Lincoln I believe had patterned
The last Thursday in November
Thanksgiving Day
You can’t go home, Eleanor Blydenburg
Brooklyn abides, celebrates earlier
Connecticut ignores every word and
Celebrates anyway
No one Christmas shops when they’re this depressed
No one wants to shop when we’re in this mess
No one favors Franksgiving politics
Or your third term reelection
Have you forgotten tradition?
Is this your final decision?
A good idea we think it isn’t
For all those bankrupt calendar companies

F-D-R F-D-R F-D-R
F-D-R F-D-R F-D-R
F-D-R F-D-R F-D-R
F-ed

We are not all money-minded
We do have some decency left
We are not all undecided
I’ll wait until my shop goes under
Although we are not behind it
You usually do what is best
Although you have come surprised us
We’ll give thanks anyway

So you go and kill a bald eagle
Is this Russia? Is this nothing but your ego?
And you plead,
“It isn’t me, I’m just meeting people halfway”
Isn’t that they way our country runs?
Oh, yes it does, President

Our country runs
Our country runs
Our country runs
Our country runs from him
Our country runs, some up in arms
Our country runs, some open arms
Our country runs, some up in arms
Our country runs from him, some open arms
Our country runs, some up in arms
Our country runs, some open arms
Our country runs, some up in arms
Our country runs for him, some open arms
Our country runs, some up in arms
(President, president, president, president)
Our country runs, some open arms
(President, president, president)