You Ain't Got to Go Home Thanksgiving 2026 ldp

TITLE: YOU AIN'T GOT TO GO HOME DJ DR LOVE — 007 FM [Intro — Male, Deep Spoken] All right… We love y'all. But somebody just took their shoes off Like we running a bed-and-breakfast. [Female — Smoky Low] Baby, find your keys. Find your cousin. And find these containers. [Male] 007 FM… Last call for gravy. [Verse — Male, Rhythmic Baritone] Football over, credits on the screen, Uncle sleeping through the vacuum machine. Somebody in the kitchen making one more sandwich, Somebody asking if we got another blanket. [Female — Low to Middle] I been smiling since eleven this morning, Love you dearly, but my feet are done. You can have the rolls, you can have the dressing, Just don't leave this whole refrigerator full. [Pre-Chorus — Rising Exchange] [Male] Get a little turkey for tomorrow. [Female] Put some pie up in that tray. [Both — Climbing] We got something left to celebrate… [Low Unison] When everybody drives away. [Chorus — Explosive Duet] You ain't got to go home, But you got to get the hell away from here! We done fed you, we done loved you, We been partying all year. Take as much food as you like, All you can eat and carry. You ain't got to go home— [Female — High Belt] Have a safe trip, baby— [Male — Deep] But this party's over here. [16-Bar Rap — Male 8, Female 8] [Male] Got the foil on the counter, got the bags by the door, If you leave a lonely drumstick, I'ma pack you up some more. Take the greens, take the gravy, take a slice for your aunt, Don't say you wasn't offered every little thing you want. Cousin looking for his jacket, had it on the whole time, Uncle asking for a song, this the last one in the line. If you had a little extra, let your sober cousin steer, Call a ride, take your time, we can wait until it's here. [Female] But don't settle in the sofa like the waiting is a lease, I got slippers with my name and a man I'd like to see. Been sharing him with family since the turkey hit the heat, Now I'm claiming my slow dance, move them shoes, clear the beat. Take a container, not the casserole pan, That's the one Mama gave me, put it back with both hands. Love you, mean it, text us when you get where you belong, And don't stand outside the doorway finishing another song. [Four-Bar Scratch — Original Cuts] ["Party over" / "Take a plate" / "Safe trip" / "Go home"] [Brief Glitch Stop. Bass Returns Alone.] [Breakdown — Deep Male Spoken] Now… Who blocked the driveway? [Female] The same one who said they were leaving an hour ago. [Audience Laughs.] [Bridge — Sensual Low Voices Building] [Male] When that last car turns the corner, Let me put my arms around you. [Female] When that front door finally closes, I got something else we can do. [Male — Soaring Tenor] Let me love the woman who made this night— [Female — High Belt] Come a little closer— [Both — Sudden Low Harmony] After we turn out the lights. [Final Chorus — Orchestra, Handclaps, Full Harmony] You ain't got to go home, But you got to get the hell away from here! Take a plate for your tomorrow, Take our love into your year. All you can eat, all you can carry, We got plenty left to share. Have a safe trip, everybody— Thank you for bringing your love in here. [Head-Voice Ad-Libs] See you next time… We love you… [Outro — Rhodes, Low Spoken Exchange] [Female] Everybody gone? [Male] I think so. [Knock at the Door.] [Female] Don't you open that. [Male] Baby, that's somebody's ride. [Female] Oh. Well… Give them the last piece of pie. [Final Scratch: "Good night."] [Orchestra Hit. Laughter. Live Applause.]