Verse 1 Well, the turkey’s golden, the gravy’s warm, Got cornbread stuffing and yams in a swarm. Green beans, biscuits, and that sweet apple pie, My belly says stop, but my heart wants to try. Pre-Chorus But now I’m sittin’, it’s my fate, There just ain’t no room on my plate. Chorus Ain’t no room on my plate, oh no, I’m stacked too high, it’s startin’ to show. Grandma’s yellin’, “Boy, don’t be shy!” But I’m in a pickle—still got pumpkin pie. Verse 2 Mama’s casserole’s callin’ my name, The rolls are fresh, and I’m feelin’ the shame. Took three helpings, now I’m outta breath, But if I don’t eat more, I’ll hear about it till death. Pre-Chorus Fork in hand, it’s gettin’ late, There just ain’t no room on my plate. Chorus Ain’t no room on my plate, oh no, The gravy’s drippin’, the mashed taters grow. Sweet pecan pie’s got me starin’ wide-eyed, But I’m in a pickle—still got pumpkin pie. Bridge Oh, the pies are lined up, there’s three or four, And Uncle Joe’s comin’ back for more. I’ll take a slice, maybe just one bite, But this stretchy waistband’s feelin’ tight. Outro Ain’t no room on my plate, no lie, But it’s Thanksgiving, so I gotta try. Pass me the pie, Lord, I’ll give it a go, ‘Cause country folks don’t ever say no.

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