Joe Polish and a friend rap through Thanksgiving history, from the Pilgrims' scurvy-ridden Atlantic crossing to Squanto's help and the 1621 feast. It's a silly, lyrics-style retelling that ends with the refrain to party like it's 1621.
Jap.
When the pilgrims sailed it was rough as it could be and the motion of the ocean made em lose their team it was rocky where they landed but they had to build a town and their belts were on their hats till their pants fell down Some got the scurvy, some got the flu Some got the run yeah quite a few Their food ran low and their butts all froze and they said this Massachusetts.
Winter balls.
Then a fellow named Squan who came along one day with a barrel full of cor and they all said good boy lookin baby short in.
A car.
They cleared the land, learned how to plow soon they were blessed with buttloads of chow so they gave old Squanto and his friends a shout.
Hey guys, it's America. Let's all pee out.
So they had a huge feast There was turkey by the ton There was stuffing, mashed potatoes and they just begun There was sweet potato pie There was pumpkin too and a green bean casserole that tasted like poo thanks for the.
Grovel wine and dill thanks for tomorrow's Black Friday sale so thank like a.
Pill from joining the fun and party like it's 1621 yes, party like.