Benjamin Franklin sings...

Gonna tie a turkey to a flying kite
Gonna be a thunderstorm tonight
My dinner will be done when it strikes outside
Then I’m serving the vitals of the bird I fried
With stuffing and a little gravy on the side I’d say
But you know I’m frightened it’s not going to go so A-okay


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Tinkering so makes me want to grab a bite
But I’m fasting ‘till the raging thunderstorm tonight
Flying kites with keys in tempests cooks a turkey right
And the bird I’ve selected is nervous ‘bout the lightning



Wild turkey in fright
Thunderstorm Tonight
Thunderstorm Tonight
The Lightning Strikes Tonight!



I woke up this morning on my darker side
I tried to cook my bird but the stove took too long to light
I asked what would maybe happen if I found a way to tap in...
The raging thunderstorm tonight


I thought of a kite
Lightning bolts could strike
A fright’ning jolt would spike
And Cook My Bird Just Right!



I’ve been thinking of the gravy with which I will sup
I could eat a lot of turkey ‘fore the sun comes up


Trudging fast through puddles makes a crazy sight
Cooking turkey in a raging thunderstorm ain’t right
Whoah! my kite and string just lit up with a flash of light
And my bird was barbecued by a massive bolt of lightning



Fry turkey by kite
Gobble you tonight
Oh, barbecue by kite
Oh-oh-oh-barbecue by kite
Oh-oh-oh
BARBECUE BY KITE!