Thanksgiving Eve - Jimmy Fallon

Lyrics by：Jimmy Fallon/Gerard Bradford/Mike DiCenzo

Composed by：Jimmy Fallon/Gerard Bradford/Mike DiCenzo

Produced by：Jimmy Fallon/John Rooney/Jon Kaplan

It's almost Thanksgiving

And everyone's home

Stuck to the bar

Where we used to go

We're gonna drink till somebody heaves

As we get together

On this Thanksgiving Eve

Everyone's out

And everyone's here

For this little bar

It's the biggest night of the year

Times they are changing like the color of leaves

We're all looking different

On this Thanksgiving Eve

Some change for the better

Some change for the worse

The valedictorian

Is clutching her purse

The social director he has tricks up his sleeve

We'll see what happens

On this Thanksgiving Eve

So pour me a tall one

Or pour me a short one

Drinking's a crime babe

And I'd like to report one

I've been voluntarily overserved I believe

But that is what happens

On Thanksgiving Eve

So here's to the good times

To strangers and friends

And I hope that next year

We'll meet again

But right now bartender says "Y'all got to leave"

Good luck and farewell

On this Thanksgiving Eve