Wrinkled little cranberries
whirling round the sun
dreaming of the roasted bird
they'll all vacation on.
but there's one thing that they don't know
and this will be their bane
once I've popped them in my mouth
they'll ne'er come out again
Silver spoons and forks and knives
tap onto china plates
potatoes mashed and things get passed
and someone laughs and raise your glass and...
Wrinkled little cranberries
whirling round the moon
they're dreaming of the month of june
there's one thing that they all know
and this they can't pretend
once I've strung them round the grouse
it will be their bitter end
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lyrics and vocals by: Adam Cantor