We gather together, to ask the Lord’s blessing—
We need it more than ever, as the Lord only knows.
Aunt Sally’s growing odder, her behavior is distressing.
She drank up all the sherry and took off her clothes.
Safe from harm and trouble, our gratitude expressing
Our triumph is nearing, we soon will prevail.
Except for poor young Harry, who seems to be regressing.
He says that he won’t eat till his dad’s out on bail.
Warming by the fire, hearts and souls possessing
The fullness of friendship to lighten the gloom.
No worries that are pressing, we spend our time in guessing
Who’s getting divorced and who’s sleeping with whom.
Then gather at the table, with turkey and with dressing
And Maura with her tofu, her brown rice and kale.
Sobbing in her napkin to see us so oppressing
Our fellow creatures, we should all be in jail.
2. Over the Freeway and Through the ’Hood
Over the freeway and through the ’hood
To grandmother’s house we go.
The bank let her stay
For just one more day
Since she offered to shovel the snow.
Over the freeway and through the ’hood
Say, who is that miserable dude?
If I make no mistake
It’s old Uncle Jake.
He’s saying he’ll work for food!
Over the freeway and through the ’hood
Look at that downtrodden slob.
It’s my old friend Fonzie.
He fell for a Ponzi
Scheme and is out of a job.
Over the freeway and through the ’hood
To grandmother’s house we plod
Like lambs to the slaughter.
Our home’s under water.
And everything’s now up to God.
