"Livin' Like Thanksgivin'" Lyrics

Livin' Like Thanksgivin' by The Great Divide

Well shaggy was a pot head he used to dig them scooby snacks
I don't think he was seeing ghosts he was havin flashbacks
And he loved to ride around in that mystery machine
Wore the same shirt every day it was a desmohomed green
One of those medlin kids always gettin into everything.

Well ham boogy in a big red working in the sauce like a rib
I'm the boss with the hot sauce mama roll it on back to my crib
I'm bustin them funky rhmes bow wow yo yippe ti yi ya
You know I got it goin on back on up get out the way hey.

Well I'm just livin like thanksgivin gon't go messin with my dressin
We get it on like donkey kong, keep it cool like smith&wesson
I'm gonna take you down town get on up and turn around

Well wam bam alacazam make ya wanna holler hi di ho
Throw it back like a cracker jack down at the local stop&go
I'm just chillin like bob dylan hangin loose like an ole mongoose
You know I got it goin on get it on turn it loose

I'm just livin like thanksgivin don't you come messin with my dressin

We get it on like a neckbone keep it cool like smith & wesson
We gonna take you down town get on up lets throw it down