[Intro Spoken Word - female sultry voice] Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Coop de Grâce— where the feathers are smooth and the beats are sweet. Tonight, we've got a special treat for you... The wild dinde with the golden voice, Mr. Tommy Turkey, and our own sultry gamebird, Miss Gracie Gobble. Together, they'll turn Thanksgiving Eve jitters into pure velvet magic. Tommy's got something to say about staying cool when the heat's turned up, And Gracie's got the voice to make it all shine. Let's hear from our rafter of twooooooooo... [Verse 1 - big intro] Thanksgiving Eve, but I'm feeling fine Got my wishbone polished, stars aligned While others worry 'bout the morning light I'm here at the Coop, feeling all right These wattles swing to their own groove My neck keeps time with every move [Chorus - Call and response] We're too lean for the guillotine [All] (Doo-wah, da-doo) [male crooner] Too hip for the holiday scene [All] (Ba-da-bee, ba-doo) Got that swagger, got that style [All] (Oh yeah, oh yeah) Keep it cool, mile by mile [All] (Too lean for the guillotine!) [Verse 2 -male crooner] Swapped my Puritan hat for a velvet beret This wishbone's my baton, not holiday prey One eye open, that's my style Flash a wink and stay a while Feel the rhythm in my core Coop de Grâce, I need no more [Chorus - Call and response] We're too lean for the guillotine [All] (Doo-wah, da-doo) [male crooner] Too hip for the holiday scene [All] (Ba-da-bee, ba-doo) Got that swagger, got that style [All] (Oh yeah, oh yeah) Keep it cool, mile by mile [All] (Too lean for the guillotine!) [Bridge - Tempo slows slightly, male crooner] Snap! My wishbone breaks in two But watch this trick I'll show to you Tap-tap-tap like wooden claves Ba-da-boo, ba-doo-bee - Music saves the day Cool heads prevail when times get tight Wish bones crack in ta' pure delight [Final Chorus - Building energy] [male crooner] We're too lean for the guillotine [All] (Doo-wah, da-doo) [male crooner] Too hip for the holiday scene [All] (Ba-da-bee, ba-doo) Got that swagger, got that style [All] (Oh yeah, oh yeah) [male crooner] Keep it cool, mile by- [All] (Too lean for the guillotine!) [male crooner] Too hip for the holiday scene Got that swagger, got that style [All] (Oh yeah, oh yeah) [male crooner] Keep it cool, mile by mile [Outro][Male Crooner - solo and smooth] Dawn's breaking, farmer's coming 'round Finds us swaying to that sweet, sweet sound Unchosen, uncarved, we're still here Keep it light, keep it cool— see you after the holiday, cheer... [punchy brass solo] [Spoken Male Crooner] "We're just too damn lean for the guillotine."
