Cranberry

[Intro - gentle acoustic guitar] Oh, the holidays are near, I can smell it in the air, A little tang, a little sweet, something special everywhere. [Verse 1 - upbeat tempo] Grab a can, or grab a pot, Got those cranberries, whether fresh or not. But we all know the one that's grand, Straight from the can, that's the plan. [Chorus - full band, lively rhythm] Cranberry sauce, oh cranberry sauce! Tart and sweet, you're the boss. On my plate, you’re never lost, Thanksgiving's crown, no matter the cost. [Verse 2 - playful rhythm] Bubbling up, got that sugar going, A little zest from an orange for the glowing. Red as love, thick and bold, From the can, it's a classic that never gets old. [Chorus - repeated] Cranberry sauce, oh cranberry sauce! Tart and sweet, you’re the boss. You cut the turkey's savory gloss, We need you there, no debate or toss. [Bridge - mellow section] Some like it smooth, some like it chunky, But from the can, it's never funky. When the time comes, we gather 'round, That cranberry's magic just can’t be put down. [Guitar solo - short and joyful] [Chorus - final, extra emphasis] Cranberry sauce, oh cranberry sauce! You bring the flavor that makes us pause. Between the stuffing and mashed applause, We toast to you, straight from the can, the unsung boss! [Outro - fading out] Oh cranberry, oh cranberry, You’re the reason we gather, oh so merry.