CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : You’ve Got the Guts
We're going to dinner, we're going to dinner
Z: Look at all of these plump and popular turkeys
G, J & Ta: We're gonna make
Z: Great Thanksgiving dinner guests
TaYeah, because we're conventionally attractive turkeys
Not like that quirky turkey over there
Ti: Hi
J: Ew, don't talk to us
Ta: Yeah, go away, we've been invited
J & Ta: To special dinners as special guests
We're going to dinner, we're going to dinner
Wе're so glad that we're not-not going to dinnеr
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 gla**es and rather smallish buns?
There he is, my crush
The most handsome pig, what a rush (Yeah)
Man, oh, man, I dig that pig
G: I thought I was a guest, but they just want me for my breast
Z: Much to my surprise they're all staring at my thighs
Ta: They all look starving and ready for the carving
G: Why don't they eat a pig instead?
J: Oh God they're chopping off my head
*Scream*
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 stuff and
I'm here to tell my story
I've got the guts, do you have the guts to be yourself?
Z: Look at all of these plump and popular turkeys
G, J & Ta: We're gonna make
Z: Great Thanksgiving dinner guests
TaYeah, because we're conventionally attractive turkeys
Not like that quirky turkey over there
Ti: Hi
J: Ew, don't talk to us
Ta: Yeah, go away, we've been invited
J & Ta: To special dinners as special guests
We're going to dinner, we're going to dinner
Wе're so glad that we're not-not going to dinnеr
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 gla**es and rather smallish buns?
There he is, my crush
The most handsome pig, what a rush (Yeah)
Man, oh, man, I dig that pig
G: I thought I was a guest, but they just want me for my breast
Z: Much to my surprise they're all staring at my thighs
Ta: They all look starving and ready for the carving
G: Why don't they eat a pig instead?
J: Oh God they're chopping off my head
*Scream*
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 stuff and
I'm here to tell my story
I've got the guts, do you have the guts to be yourself?
