cocktail dreams, and Mai Tai wishes, from The Haole Hut.
Its a time of giving
Its a time of thanks
Its a time for families
Filled with angst
Dear uncle Billy, and old aunt Sue
One is a pervert, and the other sniffs glue
Your moms sister Angie, dates her cousin Jim
Yep, their related, and living in sin
Bobby got busted for a kilo of coke
Doug's out back rolling a fatty to smoke
Grandpa's half way through a 12 pack of beer
Your brothers kid jimmy starts rehab next year
The turkey is dry and the stuffing tastes shitty
OMG!, What the hell, is that gandma's titty?
Its something called family
And its filled with dysfunction
All gathered together
For a holiday function
So just feel the love
And when it all gets too much
Go get your jacket
Grab your keys from the hutch
Just hop in the car, and step on the gas
You know where your going, so haul your sweet ass
Way out in the country, its a place called Bal Hinch
Its easy to find, in fact its a cinch.
No one will know, where the hell that you are
Your cell phone wont work, they wont find your car
So sit back, relax, have a drink, plant your butt
Its time for Thanksgiving, at the ol' Haole Hut
Its a time of giving
Its a time of thanks
Its a time for families
Filled with angst
Dear uncle Billy, and old aunt Sue
One is a pervert, and the other sniffs glue
Your moms sister Angie, dates her cousin Jim
Yep, their related, and living in sin
Bobby got busted for a kilo of coke
Doug's out back rolling a fatty to smoke
Grandpa's half way through a 12 pack of beer
Your brothers kid jimmy starts rehab next year
The turkey is dry and the stuffing tastes shitty
OMG!, What the hell, is that gandma's titty?
Its something called family
And its filled with dysfunction
All gathered together
For a holiday function
So just feel the love
And when it all gets too much
Go get your jacket
Grab your keys from the hutch
Just hop in the car, and step on the gas
You know where your going, so haul your sweet ass
Way out in the country, its a place called Bal Hinch
Its easy to find, in fact its a cinch.
No one will know, where the hell that you are
Your cell phone wont work, they wont find your car
So sit back, relax, have a drink, plant your butt
Its time for Thanksgiving, at the ol' Haole Hut
