Guts (Quirky Turkey Song)
We're going to dinner, we're going to dinnerLook at all these plump and popular turkeysWe're gonna make great Thanksgiving dinner guestsYeah, because we're conventionally, attractive turkeysNot like that quirky turkey over there, hiEw, don't talk to usYeah, go away,We've been invited to special dinners as special guests
We're going to dinner, we're going to dinnerWe're so glad that we're not, not, going to dinnerLike that quirky turkey, ewWhy can't I be like the other turkeys?They're all out having funIs it 'cause I'm scrawny and have glassesAnd rather smallish buns?There he is, my crushThe most handsome pigWhat a rush, yeah!Man, oh, man, I dig that pig
I thought I was a guest,But they just want me for my breastMuch to my surpriseThey're all staring at my thighsThey all look starvingAnd ready for the carvingWhy don't they eat a pig instead?Oh, God, they're chopping off my head
I used to spend my timeWishing for a plump behindBut now those birds with perfect bodiesAre decapitated hottiesI wished I was someone elseBut it takes guts to be yourselfNow I've got the guts, I've got the gloryI like my scrawnyAnd I'm here to tell my storyI've got the gutsDo you have the guts to be yourself?You've got the guts!