In French we were supposed to draw a turkey. So I traced my hand. Called it Bobina. That's really it. Sorry the instrumental version isn't that good. And for all you Americans, we have Thanksgiving a little earlier up here. But no, not in igloos with maple syrup and bacon. I know, I know. Your little hearts must be breaking from the disappointment. I apologize.
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Yum Yum!
Y'all need to get ready to eat
The scrumptious,
And delectable
Bobina
With gravy!
(Bobina come back)
Every day, I try to draw, another turkey
But they just can't make it
I try to eat, another meat
But my taste buds just won't take it
So why am I so excited for you?
I wanna fill my empty stomach
Oh Bobina please, fill us one more time
(Bobina come back)
We see you out trying to deceive
Cookin' it up, as we make-believe
Other food is enough (enough)
But we know it's not cause we're not stuffed (not stuffed)
You don't want to be eaten
But without you, we weaken
But first I'll tell you
Now I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Amen
Bobina come back to me
In my stomach you will be
Covered in gravy...
Together, forever, we'll be (Bobina come back)
Bobina come back to me
Tu très aimes la sauce
That means gravy
Come back (Bobina come back)
She couldn't stand, I traced my hand
Didn't understand, why it made me perky
Cause grade 8's don't, draw gravy boats
In their notes, held by a turkey
I know it wasn't proper (I do)
But drawing you cooked was boring (So-so)
So come back to me
Let's eat, let's eat, let's eat, let's eat you, Amen
Bobina come back to me
In my stomach you will be
Covered in gravy...
Together, forever, we'll be (Bobina come back)
Bobina come back to me
Tu très aimes la sauce
That means gravy
Come back (Bobina come back)
You know you miss your gravy
And singing and dancing like you're Patrick Swayze
So how about you return
This Thanksgiving we'll try not to burn
I've been talking about you lately
I've been missing you like crazy
I've been waiting for you to complete my October 11th feast
But in the end the menu comes down to just one thing
And that's turkey
Yeah, I just rapped
Bobina come back!
Bobina come back to me
In my stomach you will be
Covered in gravy...
Together, forever, we'll be (Bobina come back)
Bobina come back to me
Tu très aimes la sauce
That means gravy
Come back (Bobina come back)
YOU ARE READING
Parodies
PoesiaThis is a collection of parodies I have written. That's all, really. I'll try to put the best instrumental version I can find on youtube up with it, too.
