Holiday Eating Song

[Food Lady]

Hey, everyone, let's make a song! I'll do a couple lines and you all add:

'Tis the season for good eating,
fa la la la la, la la la la
Dinner's courses all repeating,
fa la la la la, la la la la
Don we now our stretchy pants,
fa la la, la la la, la la, la la

[Irving Patrick Freleigh]

Oh bring me some figgy pudding
Of bring me some figgy pudding
But not too figgy pudding
Because I get gas

[Food Lady]

Hon, you're supposed to add to my song. I can't think of a 4th line. Also, I have read about your gas 4 times this week already. Methinks you're proud of it.

[Irving Patrick Freleigh]

Hon, you're supposed to add to my song. I can't think of a 4th line. Also, I have read about your gas 4 times this week already. Methinks you're proud of it.

Actually I'm pretty tame compared to the two guys I work with. Some days you can't stand to be in the same place as them.

And I did add to your song. Think of it as a Weird Al Yankovic polka medley.

[RecoveringKinkoid]

Farting kills all Irv's romance.
Fa la la la la
la la la la.