I like the way the duckling stuffing tastes,
Intense that skin, so brown.
And I wanna heap or two,
Of that dessert delight,
And potatoe's starch, gravy brown.

I just want some feastful easy mealing,
Glad I know Hugh's Mar-ket® up town.
'Cause I don t really fancy
food for hounds.

For me take out where you pay and go,
With a woman can't stew nor bake roll.
Ah, but she can't bake not any way,
Hugh's done and ready no how too slow.

I just want some feastful easy mealing,
Don't wanna cook 'til dusk from dawn,
Butter-balls, bread, peas, hams, wings,
Pay and gone.

I'll get a feeding I'll weigh on through,
Pheasant covered, cornish hen.
Got this choice, no whimpering
Just real Christmas cheer, belly,
we'll forever eat well again.

I found me some feastful easy mealing,
And I know this meal will stay down.
And I'm already planning...
I'm already planning...
Yes, I'm already planning packin' pounds.

Uum-uum. uum, uum-uum.