Well, I was running to the commode, trying to loosen my load, I've got seven portions on my mind
Four of turkey dressing, two of mashed potatoes and one a piece of pumpkin pie
Overeating, overeating, don't let the sound of your own bowels drive you crazy
Lighten up while you can, oh letting go will be so grand, just find a place to sit your can, overeating.

I was standing in the hallway in front of the bathroom, it's such a fine sight to see
It's a door, my lord, and it's open I roared, with a throne to make a seat for me
Come on baby, don't say maybe, I've got to eat some more of that old turkey and gravy
We may eat with a grin, but we will never, ever be thin, so here I come for more din-din, overeating.

I was done with the commode, to the table I strode, a plate of turkey on my mind
Lookin' for some seconds, cranberries beckon, dinner rolls are hard to find
Overeating, overeating, don't let the taste of good home cooking make you crazy
Come on baby, don't say maybe, I've got to have some more of that turkey and gravy.

Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh, ooh, ooh ooh, ooh, ooh ooh, ooh, ooh
We are overeating
We opt for overeating.