We're going to dinner, we're going to dinner
Look at all these plump and popular turkeys
We're gonna make great Thanksgiving dinner guests
Yeah, because we're conventionally, attractive turkeys
Not like that quirky turkey over there, hi
Ew, don't talk to us
Yeah, go away,
We've been invited to special dinners as special guests
We're going to dinner, we're going to dinner
We're so glad that we're not, not, going to dinner
Like that quirky turkey, ew
Why can't I be like the other turkeys?
They're all out having fun
Is it 'cause I'm scrawny and have glasses
And rather smallish buns?
There he is, my crush
The most handsome pig
What a rush, yeah!
Man, oh, man, I dig that pig
I thought I was a guest,
But they just want me for my breast
Much to my surprise
They're all staring at my thighs
They all look starving
And ready for the carving
Why don't they eat a pig instead?
Oh, God, they're chopping off my head
I used to spend my time
Wishing for a plump behind
But now those birds with perfect bodies
Are decapitated hotties
I wished I was someone else
But it takes guts to be yourself
Now I've got the guts, I've got the glory
I like my scrawny
And I'm here to tell my story
I've got the guts
Do you have the guts to be yourself?
You've got the guts!